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THE 



Literature of Kissing, 



GLEANED FROM 



HISTORY, POETRY, FICTION, AND 
ANECDOTE. 



BY 

C. C. BOMBAUGH, A.M., M.D., 

AUTHOR OF "GLEANINGS FOR THE CURIOUS," " THE BOOK OF BLUNDERS," ETC 



Touch but my lips with those fair lips of thine, 

The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine." 

Shakspeare. 



PHILADELPHIA! 

J. B. LIPPINCOTT & CO. 

LONDON: 16 SOUTHAMPTON ST., COVENT GARDEN. 
1876. 



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Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1875, by 

J. B. LIPPINCOTT & CO., 
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PREFACE. 



From the time of the first kisses recorded in the book of 
Genesis, — the kiss with which Jacob imposed upon the credulity 
of his blind old father and defrauded his brother of the bless- 
ing intended for him, and that of Jacob the lover when he 
met Rachel at the well, — to the present hour, the custom of 
kissing has been so universally honored in the observance 
that one would naturally expect to find in any well-regulated 
library a formal treatise upon its manifold phases and ex- 
pressions. Yet, with the exception of a few insignificant mon- 
ographs of the seventeenth century, the curious inquirer would 
find upon the shelves nothing specially devoted to a custom 
with which all of human kind, from the elect of the children 
of men to the dwellers in fiartibus infidclium, are familiar. 
To borrow a waggish saying, the knowledge of the art has 
been principally transmitted from mouth to mouth. Herren- 
schmidius published his " Osculogia" in 1630; Muller, " De 
Osculo Sancto," in 1674; and Kempius, " De Osculis," in 
1680. Boberg wrote upon the fashion of kissing among the 
Hebrews, and Pfanner upon the kisses of the primitive 
Christians, — both in Latin. But works of this character are 
inaccessible to general readers. Those modern classics, the 
"Basia" of Secundus, and the " Baisers" of Dorat and of 
Bonnefons, are readily attainable, both in the original and in 
the form of translations and paraphrases. 

Beyond this extremely limited range the literature of kiss- 
ing is scattered as widely as its practice. For the earlier pre- 
sentment of a custom favored in all ages, we must recur to 
the Bible. There only may we raise "the barred visor of 
antiquity" for full and conclusive revelation ; and there shall 

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4 PREFACE. 

we find that the kiss, in all the varied forms of which it is sus- 
ceptible, was recognized among ancient kindred, and lovers, 
and friends, as an expression of affection or sympathy, as a 
symbol of joy or sorrow, as a token of welcome or farewell, 
as a mark of reverence, or reconciliation, or gratitude, or hu- 
mility. There, likewise, shall we find the kiss of hypocrisy, 
as noted in the case of Absalom on the eve of his conspiracy; 
the sensual kiss, as referred to in the Proverbs ; and the 
spiritual kiss, of the Song of Solomon. 

In the annals of the later periods of human passions and 
activities the records of the custom are more widely diffused. 
Since the woman " which was a sinner" washed the feet of the 
Master with tears, wiped them with her hair, and kissed them 
so humbly and with such affectionate tenderness, millions of 
good Christians have done the same in their hearts. Since 
the Emperor Justinian kissed the foot of the sovereign pontiff 
Constantine, millions of the faithful in the mother church have 
bowed their necks to kiss the embroidered cross on the slipper 
of the Pope. Since " the sweet, soft murmur of a kiss of love" 
was first heard in the groves and gardens of Judea, " a great 
multitude, which no man could number," have had recourse 
to the same token as seal to the indenture of their own loves, 
have found in the same attraction another eloquence than 
that of words, and in the retrospections of after-days have 
lingered lovingly upon the memories of the same rainbow 
radiance, the same celestial beam that from their own life 
smiled the clouds away. It is the same charm, the same story, 

" Old and yet ever new, and simple and beautiful always." 

In endless succession, from generation to generation, are the 
kisses arising from the filial and fraternal relations, the inter- 
changes of affection and friendship, the meetings and the 
partings, the compliments of esteem and the promptings of 
admiration, the outburst of grief and the beguilement of 
treachery. Whether formulated by the cautious prescripts 
of Mrs. Grundy and her disciples, exhibited in the bluff and 
unconventional fashion of swaggering rustics, or quickened 
into life with the emotional abruptness which in Brooklyn is 



PREFACE. 5 

termed " paroxysmal ;" whether consecrated only to the holiest 
affections, or peddled at church fairs and festivals as a substi- 
tute for raffling ; whether under moonlight or gaslight, by the 
seaside or the fireside, it is still in its diversified forms the 
one perennial beatitude, the one never-ending, still-beginning 
delight, which " age cannot wither, nor custom stale ;" 

" The young men's vision, and the old men's dream.", 

Said Sydney Smith, as quoted in the course of the present 
volume, "We have the memory of one we received in our 
youth, which lasted us forty years, and we believe it will be 
one of the last things we shall think of when we die." 

"I would often ask her," says Farjeon, " being of an in- 
quisitive turn of mind, ' Mother, what have you got for 
dinner to-day ?' 'Bread and Cheese and Kisses,' she would 
reply merrily. Then I knew that one of our favorite dishes 
was sure to be on the table, and I rejoiced accordingly. And 
to this day, Bread and Cheese and Kisses bears for me in its 
simple utterance a sacred and beautiful meaning. It means 
contentment ; it means cheerfulness ; it means the exercise 
of sweet words and gentle thought; it means Home !" 

It is in the home-centre that we are first taught " such 
kisses as belong to early days;" it is there that the maternal 
embrace proves an efficacious restorative for infantile griev- 
ances. 

"Who was it caught me when I fell, 
And kissed the place to make it well? 
My mother." 

The boy goes forth from the juvenile attractions of the Kiss- 
in-the-Ring to the later allurements of the mistletoe bough ; 
the youth of larger growth finds exhilaration in the sportive- 
ness that incites him to 

"Catch the white-handed nymphs in shady places, 
And woo sweet kisses from averted faces." 

As the years glide away, destiny leads him to 

" The overture kiss to the opera of love," 
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6 PREFACE. 

while in the maturer days of manhood courtship brings the 
happy day when, as a bridegoom, he meets his bride, 

" And claims her with a loving kiss." 

Then come the kisses of connubial and parental love, and, 
finally, 

" Life's autumnal blossoms fall, 
And earth's brown clinging lips impress 
The long cold kiss that waits us all." 

The observance of the custom, therefore, throughout life, 
and in all the relations of life, presents a broad field for the 
inspirations of the poet and the " situations" of the novelist; 
while in history, tradition, legend, and story it furnishes an 
endless number of charming and picturesque episodes. To 
gather together some of its varied interpretations and exem- 
plifications from the wide range of our accumulated literature 
is the object of this volume. To recur to its ancient as well 
as its modern phases, to re-awaken some of its historic mem- 
ories, to dwell briefly upon its poetic enchantments, to show 
its employment in the drama and in fiction, in metaphor and 
in anecdote, to exhibit its humorous side and its sorrowful 
side, to unveil the strength of its sincerity and the peril of ks 
treachery, is the purpose of the editor. Inasmuch as the 
limitations of a duodecimo are too disproportionate to such 
breadth and scope of illustration to permit exhaustive treat- 
ment of our subject, the aim is to be selective and at the same 
time comprehensive. In the preparation of a work to fill a 
hiatus in our modern Collectanea, the difficulty which is con- 
stantly encountered is that of exclusion. Much that is worthy 
of a place is necessarily omitted, but the editor trusts that the 
materials which have been appropriated will measurably sup- 
ply the deficiency which has been pointed out, and prove 
acceptable to a large class of readers. To those who welcome 
the book it has only briefly to say, in the language of the 
Eastern apologue, " I am not the rose, but I live with the 
rose, and so I have become sweet." 



CONTENTS. 



PAGE 

The Kiss in History 9 

The Kiss in Poetry 93 

The Kiss in Dramatic Literature . . . .191 
The Kiss in Fiction 225 

The Kiss in Humorous Story and Anecdote . . 273 

Miscellaneous Aspects and Relations . . . .321 



THE KISS IN HISTORY. 



THE KISS IMPRIMIS. 

Milton tells us in " Paradise Lost," Book IV., bow the 
pioneer lover saluted the mother of the human race in 
the bowers of Eden : 

" he, in delight 
Both of her beauty and submissive charms, 
Smiled with superior love, as Jupiter 
On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds 
That shed May flowers ; and pressed her matron lips 
With kisses pure." 



SIGNIFICANCE AMONG THE HEBREWS. 

Originally, in Oriental life, the act of kissing had a 
symbolical character whose import was, in many respects, 
of greater breadth than that of the custom in our day. 
Acts, as Dr. Beard, the German theologian, remarks, 
speak no less — sometimes far more — forcibly than words. 
In the early period of society, when the foundation was 
laid of most even of our Western customs, action con- 
stituted a large portion of what we may term human lan- 
guage, or the means of intercommunication between man 
and man ; because then words were less numerous, books 
unknown, the entire machinery of speaking being in its 
rudimental and elementary state, less developed and called 
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10 THE KISS IN HISTORY. 

into play ; to say nothing of that peculiarity of the Orien- 
tal character (if, indeed, it be not a characteristic of all 
nations in primitive ages) which inclined men to general 
taciturnity, with occasional outbreaks of fervid, abrupt, 
or copious eloquence. In this language of action, a kiss, 
inasmuch as it was a bringing into contact of parts of the 
body of two persons, was naturally the expression and 
the symbol of affection, regard, respect, and reverence ; 
and if deeper source of its origin were sought for, it 
would, doubtless, be found in the fondling and caresses 
with which the mother expresses her tenderness for her 
babe. That the custom is of very early date, and very 
varied in its form among the Hebrews, may be seen in 
numerous familiar citations from Holy Writ. 



DIVERSITIES IN THE BIBLE. 

SALUTATION. 

David . . . fell on his face to the ground, and bowed 

himself three times ; and they [David and Jonathan] 

kissed one another, and wept one with another, until 

David exceeded. — i Samuel xx. 41. 

Greet all the brethren with a holy kiss. — 1 Thess. v, 26. 
Salute one another with a holy kiss. — Roma?is xvi. 16. 
[See also Exod. xviii. 7 ; 1 Cor. xvi. 20; 1 Pet. v. 14.] 

VALEDICTION. 
The Lord grant you that ye may find rest, each of you 
in the house of her husband [Naomi to her daughters-in- 
law]. Then she kissed them; and they lifted up their 
voice, and wept. — Ruth i. 9. 

RECONCILIATION. 
So Joab came to the king, and told him : and when he 
had called for Absalom, he came to the king, and bowed 



THE KISS IN HISTORY. II 

himself on his face to the ground before the king : and 
the king kissed Absalom. — 2 Samuel xiv. ^. 

SUBJECTION. 

Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the 

way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. — Psalm 

ii. 12. 

APPROBATION. 

Every man shall kiss his lips that giveth a right answer. 

— Prov. xxiv. 26. 

ADORATION. 

All the knees which have not bowed unto Baal, 



and every mouth which hath not kissed him. — 1 Kings 
xix. 18. 

[See also Hosea xiii. 2.] 

And stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began 
to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the 
hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed 
them with the ointment. — Luke vii. 38- 
TREACHERY. 

Now he that betrayed him gave them a sign, saying, 
Whomsoever I shall kiss, that same is he : hold him fast. 

And forthwith he came to Jesus, and said, Hail, Mas- 
ter ; and kissed him. — Matt. xxvi. 48, 49. 

The kisses of an enemy are deceitful. — Prov. xxvii. 6. 

[See also Prov. vii. 13.] 

AFFECTION. 

When Laban heard the tidings of Jacob his sister's son, 
he ran to meet him, and embraced him, and kissed him, 
and brought him to his house. — Gen. xxix. 13. 

Moreover he [Joseph] kissed all his brethren, and wept 
upon them. — Gen. xlv. 15. 

And Joseph fell upon his father's face, and wept upon 
him. and kissed him. — Gen. 1. 1. 



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[See also Gen. xxxi. 55, xxxiii. 4, xlviii. 10; Exod. 
iv. 27; Luke xv. 20; Acts xx. 37.] 

A Hebrew commentator on Genesis xxix. 11 says that 
the Rabbins did not permit more than three kinds of 
kisses, the kiss of reverence, of reception, and of dismissal. 

With reference to the expression of reverence or wor- 
ship in the foregoing quotations, it should be noted that 
to adore idols and to kiss idols mean the same thing. In- 
deed, the word adore signifies simply to carry the hand to 
the mouth, that is, to kiss it to the idol. We still kiss the 
hand in salutation. Various parts of the body are kissed 
to distinguish the character of the adoration paid. Thus, 
to kiss the lips is to adore the living breath of the person 
saluted ; to kiss the feet or ground is to humble one's self 
in adoration ; to kiss the garments is to express venera- 
tion for whatever belongs to or touches the person who 
wears them. Pharaoh tells Joseph, " Thou shalt be over 
my house, and upon thy mouth shall all my people kiss," 
meaning that they would reverence the commands of 
Joseph by kissing the roll on which they were written. 
"Samuel poured oil on Saul, and kissed him," to ac- 
knowledge subjection to God's anointed. In the Hebrew 
state, this mode of expressing reverence arose from the 
peculiar form of government under the patriarchal figure. 



SYMBOLICAL EXPRESSION AMONG THE 
GREEKS AND ROMANS. 

ANCIENT HISTORY AND POETRY COMMINGLED. 
In Homer's beautiful description of the parting of 
Hector from his wife and child upon returning to the 
field of battle, occurs a touching recital of paternal affec- 
tion and solicitude (Iliad, vi.). The passage is so beauti- 
ful that we quote it at length : 



THE KISS IN HISTORY. 



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"Thus having spoke, the illustrious chief of Troy 
Stretched his fond arms to clasp the lovely boy. 
The babe clung crying to his nurse's breast, 
Scared at the dazzling helm and nodding crest; 
With secret pleasure each fond parent smiled, 
And Hector hastened to relieve his child, 
The glittering terrors from his brows unbound, 
And placed the beaming helmet on the ground, 
Then kissed the child, and, lifting high in air, 
Thus to the gods preferred a father's prayer. 

" ' O thou ! whose glory fills th' ethereal throne, 
And all ye deathless powers, protect my son ! 
Grant him, like me, to purchase just renown, 
To guard the Trojans, to defend the crown, 
Against his country's foes the war to wage, 
And rise the Hector of the future age ! 
So when, triumphant from successful toils, 
Of heroes slain he bears the reeking spoils, 
Whole hosts may hail him with deserved acclaim, 
And say, This chief transcends his father's fame.' " 
The grief of the venerable Priam upon learning of the 
death of his favorite son, Hector, at the hands of Achilles, 
and his journey to the Grecian camp to beg of Achilles 
the body of Hector for burial, are portrayed with equal 
force (Iliad, xxiv.). The Trojan monarch, prostrating 
himself before the warrior, 

"Embraced his knees, and bathed his hands in tears; 
Those direful hands his kisses pressed, imbrued 
E'en with the best, the dearest of his blood." 
In the course of his entreaty, which completely softens 
Achilles, the suppliant says : 

" Think of thy father, and this face behold ! 
See him in me, as helpless and as old ! 
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i 4 THE KISS IN HISTORY. 

Though not so wretched : there he yields to me, 
The first of men in sovereign misery ! 
Thus forced to kneel, thus grovelling to embrace 
The scourge and ruin of my realm and race.; 
Suppliant my children's murderer to implore, 
And kiss those hands yet reeking with their gore !" 

Virgil gives us a picture similar to that of Hector when 
bidding farewell to his child. ^Eneas, having recovered 
from a dangerous wound, returns to the combat with 
Turnus, first bestowing his blessing upon his son Ascanius 
(^Eneid, xii.) : 

" Then with a close embrace he strained his son, 
And, kissing through his helmet, thus begun : 
' My son ! from my example learn the war, 
In camps to suffer, and in fields to dare : 
But happier chance than mine attend thy care ! 
This day my hand thy tender age shall shield, 
And crown with honors of the conquered field ; 
Thou, when thy riper years shall send thee forth 
To toils of war, be mindful of thy worth : 
Assert thy birthright ; and in arms be known 
For Hector's nephew, and ^Eneas' son.' " 

Turning from the camp to the sweets of domestic life, 
we find in the same charming poet (Georg. ii. 523) these 
lines : 

" His cares are eased with intervals of bliss : 
His little children, climbing for a kiss, 
Welcome their father's late return at night ; 
His faithful bed is crowned with chaste delight." 

Xenophon says, in "Agesilaus" (v. 4), that it was a 
national custom with the Persians to kiss whomsoever they 



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THE AVSS IN HISTORY. 15 

honored. And Herodotus (i. 134), in speaking of their 
manners and customs, says, " If Persians meet at any time 
by accident, the rank of each party is easily discovered : 
if they are of equal dignity, they salute each other on the 
mouth; if one is an inferior, they only kiss the cheek; 
if there be a great difference in situation, the inferior falls 
prostrate on the ground." Respecting the mode of salu- 
tation between relatives, the following passage from the 
" Cyropaedia" of Xenophon (i. 4) is worth transcribing: 
"If I may be allowed to relate a sportive affair, it is 
said that when Cyrus went away, and he and his relations 
parted, they took their leave, and dismissed him with a 
kiss, according to the Persian custom, — for the Persians 
practise it to this day, — and that a certain Mede, a very 
excellent person, had been long struck with the beauty 
of Cyrus, and when he saw Cyrus's relations kiss him, 
he staved behind, and, when the rest were gone, ac- 
costed Cyrus, and said to him, 'And am I, Cyrus, the 
only one of all your relations that you do not know?' 
'What!' said Cyrus, 'are you a relation?' 'Yes,' said 
he. ' This was the reason, then,' said Cyrus, 'that you 
used to gaze at me ; for I think I recollect that you fre- 
quently did so.' 'I was very desirous,' said he, ' to salute 
you, but I was always ashamed to do it.' 'But,' said 
Cyrus, 'you that are a relation ought not to have been 
so.' So, coming up to him, he kissed him. The Mede, 
having received the kiss, is said to have, asked this ques- 
tion : ' And is it a custom among the Persians to kiss re- 
lations?' 'It is so,' said Cyrus, 'when they see one 
another at some distance of time, or when they part.' 
' Then,' said the Mede, ' it seems now to be time for you 
to kiss me again ; for, as you see, I am just going away.' 
So Cyrus, kissing him again, dismissed him, an'd went his 
way. They had not gone very far before the Mede came 



1 6 THE KISS IN HISTORY. 

up with him again, with his horse all over in a sweat ; and 
Cyrus, getting sight of him, said, ' What ! have you for- 
gotten anything that you had a mind to say to me ?' 
1 No, by Jove,' said he, ' but I am come again at a distance 
of time.' 'Dear relation, \ said he, ' it is a very short 
time.' ' How a short one?' said the Mede: 'do you not 
know, Cyrus, that the very twinkling of my eyes is a long 
time to be without seeing you, you who are so lovely?' 
Here Cyrus, from being in tears, broke out into laughter, 
bid him go his way and take courage, adding that in a 
little time he would be with him again, and that then he 
would be at liberty to look at him, if he pleased, with 
steady eyes and without twinkling." 

The kiss among the ancients was an essential imple- 
ment in the armory of love. Virgil, for instance, uses it 
in the device by which Queen Dido was to be inspired 
with a passion for ./Eneas. Venus, in the course of her 
instructions to Cupid, says: 

" Thyself a boy, assume a boy's dissembled face ; 
That when, amid the fervor of the feast, 
The Tyrian hugs and fonds thee on her breast, 
And with sweet kisses in her arms constrains, 
Thou mayst infuse thy venom in her veins." 

Horace, in the ode to Lydia, in which he gives such 
free expression to his jealousy (Ode XIII.), refers with 
considerable point and feeling to the osculatory attentions 
of his rival. The following translation is by Bulwer- 
Lytton : 

"When thou the rosy neck of Telephus, 
The waxen arms of Telephrs, art praising 
Woe is me, Lydia, how my jealous heart 
Swells with the anguish I wcu'd vainly smother ! 



THE KISS IN HISTORY. i 7 

"Then in my mind thought has no settled base, 
To and fro shifts upon my cheek the color, 
And tears that glide adown in stealth reveal 
By what slow fires mine inmost self consumeth. 

"I burn, whether he quarrel o'er his wine, 
Stain with a bruise dishonoring thy white shoulders, 
Or whether my boy-rival on thy lips 
Leave by a scar the mark of his rude kisses. 

"Hope not, if thou wouldst hearken unto me, 
That one so little kind prove always constant ; 
Barbarous indeed, to wound sweet lips imbued 
By Venus with a fifth part of her nectar.* 

"Thrice happy, ay, more than thrice happy, they 
Whom one soft bond unbroken binds together ; 
Whose love serene from bickering and reproach 
In life's last moment finds the first that severs." 

The closing lines of an ode to Maecenas (Lib. II. Ode 
XII.) are worth noting: 

M Say, for all that Achaemenes boasted of treasure, 
All the wealth which Mygdonia gave Phrygiain tribute, 
All the stores of all Araby — say, wouldst thou barter 
One lock of Lycimnia's bright hair? 

"When at moments she bends down her neck to thy 
kisses, 
Or declines them with coy but not cruel denial, 
Rather pleased if the prize be snatched off by the spoiler, 
Nor slow in reprisal sometimes. '\ 

* The ancients supposed that honey contained a tenth part of nectar, 
and therefore the lips of Lydia were imbued with double the nectar be- 
stowed on honey. 

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1 8 THE KISS IN HISTORY. 

Literally, "when she turns to meet the ardent kisses, 
or with a gentle cruelty denies what she would more de- 
light to have ravished by the petitioner; sometimes she is 
eager to snatch them herself." 

In the Latin Anthology is an ode to another Lydia, by 
an unknown poet, but probably Gallus, which breathes 
throughout the rapturous idolatry of the enamored writer. 
We have only space for these lines : 

"Unveil those rosy cheeks, o'erspread 
With blushes of the Tyrian red, 
And pout those coral lips of thine, 
And breathe the turtle's kiss on mine; 
Deep on my heart you print that kiss, 
You melt my wildered soul in bliss. 
Ah, softly, girl ! thy amorous play 
Has sucked my very blood away ! 
Hide thy twin bosom fruit, just shown 
Milk-ripe above thy bursting zone ; 
Such sweets, as India's summer gale 
Wafts -from her spice-beds, they exhale." 

Ovid appropriates the kiss most effectively in his p* s- 
sages descriptive of the endearments, the fascinations, 
the yearnings, and the transports of love. Briseis in her 
letter to Achilles, begging him to return to the Grecian 
camp, is made to say : 

" Oh that the Greeks would send me hence to try 
If I could make your stubborn heart comply ! 
Few words I'd use; all should be sighs, and tears, 
And looks, and ki ses, mixed with hopes and fears; 
My love like lightning through my eyes should fly, 
And thaw the ice which round your heart does lie ; 



THE KISS IN HISTORY. 19 

Sometimes my arms about your neck I'd throw ; 
And then embrace your knees and humbly bow. 
There is more eloquence in tears and kisses 
Than in the smooth harangues of sly Ulysses." * 

In the letter of Sappho to her lover, Phaon, when he 
had forsaken her, and she had resolved upon suicide, we 
have a picture of that "sorrow's crown of sorrow," the 
remembrance in adversity of happier days : 

"Yet once your Sappho could your cares employ, 
Once in her arms you centred all your joy ; 
Still all those joys to my remembrance move, 
For, oh, how vast a memory has love ! 
My music then you could forever hear, 
And all my words were music to your ear ; 
You stopped with kisses my enchanting tongue, 
And found my kisses sweeter than my song. 
The fair Sicilians now your soul inflame : 
Why was I born, ye gods, a Lesbian dame?" 

A wife's affection is shown in the letter of Laodamia to 
her husband at Aulis with the Grecian fleet : 

"Yet while before the leaguer thou dost lie, 
Thy picture is some pleasure to my eye ; 
There must be something in it more than art, 
'Twere very thee, could it thy mind impart : 
I kiss the pretty idol, and complain, 
As if (like thee) 'twould answer me again. " 

This pretty conceit, which the moderns have often 
copied from Ovid, occurs in the epistle of Paris to Helen : 

• Ulysses had been sent by Agamemnon to the offended Achilles to 
induce him to return, but was treated by the latter with disdain, hence 
the importunity of Briseis. 



2 o THE KISS IN HIST OR Y. 

" If you your young Hermione but kiss, 
Straight from her lips I snatch the envied bliss." 

In his "Art of Love" (Book I.) Ovid thus pursues his 
course of instruction : 

"Tears, too, are of utility: by tears you will move 
adamant. Make her, if you can, to see your moistened 
cheeks. If tears shall fail you, for indeed they do not 
always come in time, touch your eyes with your wet hand. 
What discreet person will not mingle kisses with tender 
words? Though she should not grant them, still take 
them ungranted. Perhaps she will struggle at first, and 
will say, 'You naughty man!' Still, in her struggling 
she will wish to be overcome. Only, let them not, rudely 
snatched, hurt her tender lips, and take care that she may 
not be able to complain that they have proved a cause of 
pain. He who has gained kisses, if he cannot gain the 
rest as well, will deserve to lose even that which has been 
granted him. How much is there wanting for unlimited 
enjoyment after a kiss ! Oh, shocking! 'twere clownish- 
ness, not modesty. Call it violence, if you like ; such 
violence is pleasing to the fair ; they often wish, through 
compulsion, to grant what they are delighted to grant. " 

Turning from Ovid to the Greek Anthology, we find 
this epigram : 

" The kiss that she left on my lip 

Like a dew-drop shall lingering lie : 
'Twas nectar she gave me to sip, 
'Twas nectar I drank in her sigh ! 

"The dew that distilled in that kiss 
To my soul was voluptuous wine : 
Ever since it is drunk with the bliss, 
And feels a delirium divine." 



THE KISS IN HISTORY. 2 l 

Anacreon, in one of his odes, speaks of the heart fly- 
ing to the lips; and Plato, in a distich quoted by Aulus 
Gellius, tells us of the effect of a kiss upon his suscepti- 
bility : 

" Whene'er thy nectared kiss I sip, 

And drink thy breath in melting twine, 
My soul then flutters to my lip, 
Ready to fly and mix with thine." 

Plato also wrote : 

" My soul, when I kissed Agathon, did start 
Up to my lips, just ready to depart." 

"Oh ! on that kiss my soul, 
As if in doubt to stay, 
Lingered awhile, on fluttering wing prepared 
To fly away. ' ' 



Anacreon uses this figurative expression : 
" They tainted all his bowl of blisses, 
His bland desires and hallowed kisses." 

By the ancient expression "cups of kisses," reference 
is most probably made to a favorite gallantry among the 
Greeks and Romans of drinking when the lips of their 
mistresses had touched the brim. Ben Jonson's oft-quoted 
verses to Celia, in which occur the lines — 

" Or leave a kiss within the cup, 
And I'll not ask for wine," — 

are translated from Philostratus, a Greek poet of the 
second century. 

Lucian has a conceit upon the same idea: "that you 
may at once both drink and kiss." And Meleager says : 



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" Blest is the goblet, oh ! how blest, 
Which Heliodora's lips have pressed ! 
Oh ! might thy lips but meet with mine, 
My soul should melt away in thine." 

Agathias also says : 

" I love not wine ; but thou hast power 
T' intoxicate at any hour. 
Touch first the cup with thine own lip, 
Then hand it round for mine to sip, 
And temperance at once gives way ; 
My sweet cup-bearer wins the day. 
That cup's a boat which ferries over 
Thy kiss in safety to thy lover, 
And tells by its delicious flavor 
How much it revels in thy favor." 



Longepierre, to give an idea of the luxurious estima- 
tion in which garlands were held by the ancients, relates 
an anecdote of a frail beauty, who, in order to gratify 
three lovers without leaving cause for jealousy with any 
of them, gave a kiss to one, let the other drink after her, 
and put a garland on the brow of the third ; so that each 
was satisfied with his favor, and flattered himself with 
the preference. 

In one of Anacreon's odes we find the strong and 
beautiful phrase, "a lip provoking kisses." 
"Then her lip, so rich in blisses, 
Sweet petitioner for kisses." 

Tatius speaks of "lips soft and delicate for kissing;" 
and that grave old commentator, Lambinus, in his notes 
upon Lucretius, tells us, with all the authority of experi- 



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ence, that girls who have large lips kiss infinitely sweeter 
than others ! 

^Eneas Sylvius, in his story of the loves of Euryalus 
and Lucretia, where he particularizes the beauties of the 
heroine, describes her lips as exquisitely adapted for 
biting.* And Catullus, in his poems (viii.), asks, 
11 Whom will you love now? Whose will you be called? 
Whom will you kiss? Whose lips will you bite? But 
you, Catullus, be stubbornly obdurate." As Lamb has it: 

" Whose fondling care shalt thou avow? 
Whose kisses now shalt thou return? 
Whose lip in rapture bite ? But thou, 
Hold, hold, Catullus, cold and stern." 

Or, as Elton renders it : 

"Whom wilt thou for thy lover choose? 
Whose shall they call thee, false one, whose ? 
Who shall thy darted kisses sip, 
While thy keen love-bites scar his lip? 
But thou, Catullus, scorn to feel : 
Persist — and let thy heart be steel." 

Plautus alludes to this biting ;f and Horace says (Ode 
XIII.), as already quoted : 

" Or on thy lips the fierce fond boy 
Marks with his teeth the furious joy." 

Plutarch tells us that Flora, the mistress of Cn. Pom- 
pey, used to say, in commendation of her lover, that she 
could never quit his arms without giving him a bite. And 

*" Os parvum decensque labia corallini coloris ad morsum aptissima." 
t " Teneris labellis molles morsiunculoe." 



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Tibullus, in his confession of his illicit love for Delia, the 
wife of another, and of his devices for covering his tracks, 
says, among other things, "I gave her juices and herbs 
for removing the livid marks which mutual Venus makes 
by the impress of the teeth." 



Anacreon finds in the brevity of life arguments for the 
voluptuary as well as for the moralist : 

" Can we discern, with all our lore, 
The path we're yet to journey o'er ? 
No, no, the walk of life is dark, 
'Tis wine alone can strike a spark ! 
Then let me quaff the foamy tide, 
And through the dance meandering glide ; 
Let me imbibe the spicy breath 
Of odors chafed to fragrant death, 
Or from the kiss of love inhale 
A more voluptuous, richer gale." 



Of the amatory writers who exhaust rhetoric to express 
the infinity of kisses which they require from the lips of 
their mistresses, Catullus takes the lead. In his famous 
verses to Lesbia (Carm. 5), he says : 

"Let us live and love, my Lesbia, and a farthing for 
all the talk of morose old sages ! Suns may set and rise 
again; but we, when once our brief light has set, must 
sleep through a perpetual night. Give me a thousand 
kisses, then a hundred, then another thousand, then a 
second hundred, then still another thousand, then a hun- 
dred. Then, when we shall have made up many thousands, 
we will confuse the reckoning, so that we ourselves may 
not know their amount, nor any spiteful person have it 



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in his power to envy us when he knows that our kisses 
were so many." 

Roman superstition recognized an occult and mis- 
chievous potency in the sentiment of envy. Moreover, 
there was a prevalent notion that it excited the envy of 
the gods to count what gave one pleasure. 

The following metrical versions of the foregoing are 
worth a place here. The first is by George Lamb (1821): 

" Love, my Lesbia, while we live ; 
Value all the cross advice 
That the surly graybeards give 
At a single farthing's price. . 

" Suns that set again may rise ; 

We, when once our fleeting light, 
Once our day in darkness dies, 
Sleep in one eternal night. 

" Give me kisses thousand-fold, 
Add to them a hundred more ; 
Other thousands still be told, 
Other hundreds, o'er and o'er. 

" But, with thousands when we burn, 
Mix, confuse the sums at last, 
That we may not blushing learn 
All that have between us past. 

" None shall know to what amount 
Envy's due for so much bliss ; 
None — for none shall ever count 
All the kisses we will kiss." 

The second is by C. A. Elton, whose translations of 
the classic poets were first published in 1814: 
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26 THE KISS IN HISTORY. 

" Let us, my Lesbia, live and love ; 
Though the old should disapprove ; 
Let us rate their saws severe 
At the worth of a denier. 
Suns can set beneath the main, 
And lift their fated orbs again, 
But we, when sets our scanted light, 
Must slumber in perpetual night. 
Give me, then, a thousand kisses; 
Add a hundred billing blisses ; 
Give me a thousand kisses more ; 
Then repeat the hundred o'er; 
Give me other thousand kisses ; 
Give me other hundred blisses ; 
And when thousands now are done, 
Let us confuse them every one, 
That we the number cannot know, 
And none that saw us kissing so 
Might glut his envious busy spleen 
By counting o'er the kisses that had been." 

In another poem addressed to Lesbia (Carm. 7), Ca- 
tullus says : 

"You ask how many kisses of yours, Lesbia, may be 
enough for me, and more. As the numerous sands that 
lie on the spicy shores of Cyrene, between the oracle of 
sultry Jove and the sacred tomb of old Battus ;* or as the 
many stars that in the silence of night behold men's 
furtive amours; to kiss you with so many kisses is enough 
and more for madly fond Catullus ; such a multitude as 



* The temple of Jupiter Amnion and the tomb of Battus, founder of the 
city of Cyrene, were four hundred miles apart, the intervening space 
being a waste of sand. 






THE KISS IN HISTORY. 27 

prying gossips can neither count, nor bewitch with their 
evil tongues." 

Lamb's translation is as follows : 

" Thy kisses dost thou bid me count, 

And tell thee, Lesbia, what amount 

My rage for love and thee could tire, 

And satisfy and cloy desire? 

Many as grains of Libyan sand 

Upon Cyrene's spicy land, 

From prescient Amnion's sultry dome 

To sacred Battus' ancient tomb : 

Many as stars that silent ken 

At night the stolen loves of men. 

Yes, when the kisses thou shalt kiss 

Have reached a number vast as this, 

Then may desire at length be stayed, 

And e'en my madness be allayed, 

Then when infinity defies 

The calculations of the wise, 

Nor evil voice's deadly charm 

Can work the unknown number harm." 

Thomas Moore gives the following exceedingly free 
rendering of the answer to the question : 
" As many stellar eyes of light 
As through the silent waste of night, 
Gazing upon the world of shade, 
Witness some secret youth and maid, 
Who, fair as thou, and fond as I, 
In stolen joys enamored lie, — 
So many kisses, ere I slumber, 
Upon those dew-bright lips I'll number; 
So many vermil, honeyed kisses, 
Envy can never count our blisses : 



28 THE KISS IN HISTORY. 

No tongue shall tell the sum but mine; 
No lips shall fascinate but thine !" 

We cannot dismiss Catullus without one more specimen 
of his osculatory exuberance. In his lines " To My Love" 
(Carm. 48), he says : 

"Were I allowed to kiss your sweet eyes without stint, I 
would kiss on and on up to three hundred thousand times ; 
nor even then should I ever have enough, not though our 
crop of kissing were thicker than the dry ears of the corn- 
field." 

Or in Lamb's metrical version : 

"If, all-complying, thou wouldst grant 
Thy lovely eyes to kiss, my fair, 
Long as I pleased, oh! I. would plant 
Three hundred thousand kisses there. 

" Nor could I even then refrain, 

Nor satiate leave that fount of blisses, 
Though thicker than autumnal grain 
Should be our growing crop of kisses. " 



Martial, in his "Epigrams," bestows a variety of at- 
tentions upon the promiscuous custom of kissing in Rome, 
as he found it in his day. In an epigram addressed to his 
friend Flaccus (xii. 98), he complains in very strong and 
very amusing terms of the persistent salutes of a certain 
class, who paid no heed whatever to times and seasons, 
places and circumstances, but broke through all forms 
and guards and conventional restraints. 

On another occasion he pointed his invective in this 
manner (xii. 59) : 

"Rome gives, on one's return after fifteen years' ab- 



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sence, such a number of kisses as exceeds those given by 
Lesbia to Catullus. Every neighbor, every hairy-faced 
farmer, presses on you with a strongly-scented kiss. Here 
the weaver assails you, there the fuller and the cobbler, 
who has just been kissing leather ; here the owner of a 
filthy beard, and a one-eyed gentleman ; there one with 
bleared eyes, and fellows whose mouths are defiled with 
all manner of abominations. It was hardly worth while 
to return." 

His epigram to Linus (vii. 95) is rarely exceeded in its 
sarcastic severity. It closes in this manner : 

" No doubt, 

TV icicles hanging at thy dog-like snout, 
The congealed snivel dangling on thy beard, 
Ranker than tV oldest goat of all the herd. 
The nastiest mouth in town I'd rather greet, 
Than with thy flowing frozen nostrils meet. 
If therefore thou hast either shame or sense, 
Till April comes no kisses more dispense." 

The satirist thus pays his respects to a lady whose phys- 
ical attractions do not appear to have had much charm 
for his fastidious taste : 

" In vain, fond Philsenis, thou woo'st my embrace : 
Bald, carrotty, one-eyed, thy tripartite grace ! 
The wretch, poor Philaenis, that would thee salute, 
Can never aspire to the buss of a brute." (ii. 33.) 

And again : 

"Why on my chin a plaster clapped ? 
Besalved my lips that are not chapped ? 
Philaenis, why? The cause is this: 
Philaenis, thee I will not kiss." (x. 22). 
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3 o THE KISS IN HISTORY. 

The illustrious Postumus comes in for a share, of repug- 
nance in this delicate fashion. We give the literal trans- 
lation : 

" I commend you, Postumus, for kissing me with only 
half your lip ; you may, however, if you please, withhold 
even the half of this half. Are you inclined to grant me 
a boon still greater, and even inexpressible ? Keep this 
whole half entirely to yourself, Postumus." (ii. 10.) 

And elsewhere, thus : 

"To some, Postumus, you give kisses, to some your 
right hand. ' Which do you prefer ?' you say : ' choose/ 
I prefer your hand." 

In another place (iii. 53) Martial addresses Chloe in 
this ungallant and uncourtly style : 

"I could do without your face, and your neck, and 
your hands, and your limbs, and your bosom, and other 
of your charms. Indeed, not to fatigue myself with enu- 
merating each of them, I could do without you, Chloe, 
altogether." 

This brusquei'ie has been imitated by Thomas Moore in 
the following manner : 

" I could resign that eye of blue, 

Howe'er its splendor used to thrill me«j 
And e'en that cheek of roseate hue — 
To lose it, Chloe, scarce would kill me. 

"That snowy neck I ne'er should miss, 
However much I've raved about it ; 
And sweetly as that lip can kiss, 
I think I could exist without it. 

" In short, so well I've learned to fast, 

That sooth, my love, I know not whether 
I might not bring myself at last 

To do without you altogether." 



TIJE KISS IN HISTORY. 3I 

On the other hand, when it comes to the kisses of his 
favorite (xi. 8), Martial indulges in the following exuberant 
fancy : 

" The fragrance of balsam extracted from aromatic trees; 
the ripe odor yielded by the teeming saffron ; the perfume 
of fruits mellowing in their winter repository; or of the 
flowery meadows in the vernal season ; or of silken robes 
of the empress from her Palatine wardrobes ; of amber 
warmed by the hand of a maiden ; of a jar of dark Fa- 
lernian wine, broken and scented from a distance ; of a 
garden that attracts the Sicilian bees ; of the alabaster 
jars of Cosmus, and the altars of the gods ; of the chaplet 
just fallen from the brow of the luxurious ; — but why 
should I mention all these things singly? not one of them 
•is enough by itself; mix all together,* and you have the 
perfume of the morning kisses of my favorite. Do you 
want to know the name ? I will only tell you of the 
kisses. You swear to be secret. You want to know 
too much, Sabinus." 

One more selection from Martial (vi. 34) will suffice 
for this branch of our subject : 

"Give me, Diadumenus, close kisses. 'How many?' 
you say. You bid me count the waves of the ocean, the 
shells scattered on the shores of the ^Egean Sea, the bees 
that wander on Attic Hybla, or the voices and clap- 
pings that resound in the full theatre when the people 
suddenly see the countenance of the emperor. I should 
not be content even with as many as Lesbia, after many 

• What more ? All's not enough : mix all t'express 
My dear girl's morning kisses' sweetnesses. 
You'd know her name ? I'll naught but kisses tell ; 
I doubt, I swear, you'd know her fain too well. 

Old MS. 16th Century. 



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entreaties, gave to the witty Catullus : he wants but few 
who can count them." 

The following imitation was written by Sir C. Hanbury 
Williams : 

" Come, Chloe, and give me sweet kisses, 
For sweeter sure girl never gave ; 
But why, in the midst of my blisses, 
Do you ask me how many I'd have ? 

" I'm not to be stinted in pleasure; 

Then, prithee, my charmer, be kind, 
For, while I love thee above measure, 
To numbers I'll ne'er be confined. 

" Count the bees that on Hybla are playing ; 
Count the flowers t^iat enamel its fields ; 
Count the flocks that on Tempe are straying ; 
Or the grain that rich Sicily yields. 

" Go number the stars in the heaven ; 
Count how many sands on the shore : 
When so many kisses you've given, 
I still shall be craving for more. 

"Toa heart full of love let me hold thee, 
To a heart which, dear Chloe, is thine ; 
With my arms I'll forever enfold thee, 
And twist round thy limbs like a vine. 

" What joy can be greater than this is ? 
My life on thy lips shall be spent ; 
But the wretch that can number his kisses 
With few will be ever content." 



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TRACES IN ENGLISH HISTORY. 



33 



Kissing appears to have been the usual method of 
salutation in England in former times. A Greek traveller, 
named Chalondyles, who visited Britain five centuries 
ago, says : 

"As for English females and children, their customs are 
liberal in the extreme. For instance, when a visitor calls 
at a friend's house, his first act is to kiss his friend's wife; 
he is then a duly-installed guest. Persons meeting in the 
street follow the same custom, and no one sees anything 
improper in the action." 

Another Greek traveller of a century later, also adverts 
to this osculatory custom. He says : 

"The English manifest much simplicity and lack of 
jealousy in their customs as regards females; for not only 
do members of the same family and household kiss them 
on the lips with complimentary salutations and enfolding 
of the arms round the waist, but even strangers, when in- 
troduced, follow the same mode, and it is one which does 
not appear to them in any degree unbecoming." 

Chaucer often alludes to it. Thus, the Frere in the 
Sompnour's Tale, upon the entrance of the mistress of 
the house into the room where her husband and he were 
together, 

"ariseth up ful curtisly, 
And hire embraceth in his armes narwe, 
And kisseth hire swete and chirketh as a sparwe 
With his lippes." 

Robert de Brunne (1303) says that the custom formed 
part of the ceremony of drinking healths : 

"That sais wasseille drinkis of the cup, 
Kiss and his felow he gives it up." 

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34 THE KISS IN HISTORY. 

In Hone's "Year-Book" occurs the following passage : 
"Another specimen of our ancient manners is seen in 
the French embrace. The gentleman, and others of the 
male sex, lay hands on the shoulders, and touch the side 
of each other's cheek ; but on being introduced to a lady, 
they say to her father, brother, or friend, Permettez moi, 
and salute each of her cheeks. . . . And was not this 
custom in England in Elizabeth's reign? Let us read 
one of the epistles of the learned Erasmus, which, being 
translated, is in part as follows : 

" 'Although, Faustus, if you knew the advantages of 
Britain, truly you would hasten thither with wings to your 
feet ; and, if your gout would not permit, you would wish 
you possessed the wings of Daedalus. For just to touch 
on one thing out of many here, there are lasses with 
heavenly faces, kind, obliging, and you would far prefer 
them to all your Muses. There is, besides, a practice 
never to be sufficiently commended. If you go to any 
place, you are received with a kiss by all; if you depart 
on a journey, you are dismissed with a kiss ; if you return, 
the kisses are exchanged. Do they come to visit you, a 
kiss is the first thing ; do they leave you, you kiss them 
all around. Do they meet you anywhere, kisses in abun- 
dance. In short, wherever you turn, there is nothing but 
kisses. Ah, Faustus, if you had once tasted the tender- 
ness, the fragrance of these kisses, you would wish to stay 
in England, not for ten years only, but for life." 

This unctuous expatiation of the far-famed Dutchman 
is in rather broad contrast with the stern reprobation of 
John Bunyan, who says, in his "Grace Abounding:" 

"The common salutation of women I abhor; it is odious 
to me in whomsoever I see it. When I have seen good 
men salute those women that they have visited, or that 



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have visited them, I have made my objection against it ; 
and when they have answered that it was but a piece of 
civility, I have told them that it was not a comely sight. 
Some, indeed, have urged the holy kiss; but then I have 
asked them why they have made balks? why they did 
salute the most handsome, and let the ill-favored ones go?" 

More than a century before this decided expression of 
the great allegorist, Richard Whytford had said, in his 
"Type of Perfection" (1532) : 

" It becometh not, therefore, the personnes religious to 
follow the manere of secular personnes, that in theyr con- 
gresses or commune metynges, or departyngs, done use to 
kysse, take hands, or such other touchings that good re- 
ligious personnes shulde utterly avoyde." 

In Collet's "Relics of Literature" maybe found this 
suggestive paragraph : 

"Dr. Pierius Winsemius, historiographer to their High 
Mightinesses the States of Friesland, in his Chronijck van 
Frieslandt, 1622, tells us that the pleasant practice of 
kissing was utterly ' unpractised and unknown' in Eng- 
land till the fair princess Ronix (Rowena), the daughter 
of King Hengist of Friesland, ' pressed the beaker with 
her lipkens, and saluted the amorous Vortigern with a 
husjen (a little kiss).' " 

But, whether this Anglo-Saxon incident be tme or 
mythical, it is certain that in the time of Cardinal Wol- 
sey, who lived cotemporaneously with Erasmus, from 
whom we have quoted, the osculatory reputation of the 
English was widely spread. Cavendish, the biographer 
of Wolsey, says, in reference to a visit at the chateau of 
M. Crequi, a distinguished French nobleman : 

"Being in a fair great dining chamber, I awaited my 
Lady's coming; and after she came thither out of her 



3 6 THE KISS IN HISTORY. 

own chamber, she received me most gently, like one of 
noble estate, having a train of twelve gentlewomen. And 
when she with her train came all out, she said to* me, 
' Forasmuch as ye be an Englishman, whose custom is in 
your country to kiss all ladies and gentlewomen without 
offence, and although it be not so here in this realm [France, 
temp. Henry VIII.], yet will I be so bold to kiss you, 
and so shall all my maidens.' By means whereof, I 
kissed my lady and all her women." 

When Bulstrode Whitelock was at the court of Queen 
Christina of Sweden, as ambassador from Oliver Crom- 
well, he waited on her on May-day, to invite her to 
" take the air, and some little collation he had provided 
as her humble servant." She came with her ladies ; and 
"both in supper-time and afterwards," being "full of 
pleasantness and gayety of spirits, among other frolics, 
commanded him to teach her ladies the English mode of 
salutation, which, after some pretty defences, their lips 
obeyed, and Whitelock most readily." 

In a curious book published in London in 1694, en- 
titled "The Ladies' Dictionary; being a General Enter- 
tainment for the Fair Sex," the author, who deals with 
the fashions of the time, remarks under the article " Kiss- 
ing," as follows : 

"But kissing and drinking both are now grown (it 
seems) to be a greater custom amongst us than in those 
days with the Romans. Nor am I so austere to forbid the 
use of either, both which, though the one in surfeits, the 
other in adulteries, may be abused by the vicious ; yet con- 
trarily at customary meetings and laudable banquets, they 
by the nobly disposed, and such whose hearts are fixed 
upon honor, may be used with much modesty and con- 
tinence." 



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This oscillatory custom seems to have disappeared about 
the time of the Restoration. Peter Heylin says it had for 
some time before been unfashionable in France. When 
he visited that country, in 1625, he thought it strange and 
uncivil that the ladies should turn away from the proffer 
of a salutation ; and he indignantly exclaims " that the 
chaste and innocent kiss of an English gentlewoman is 
more in heaven than their best devotions." Its abandon- 
ment in England might have formed part of that French 
code of politeness which Charles II. introduced on his re- 
turn. Apropos of this, we may here quote a letter of 
Rustic Sprightly to the "Spectator" (No. 240) : 

"Mr. Spectator, 

"I am a country gentleman, of a good, plentiful estate, 
and live as the rest of my neighbors, with great hospitality. 
I have been ever reckoned among the ladies the best com- 
pany in the world, and have access as a sort of favorite. 
I never came in public but I saluted them, though in 
great assemblies, all around ; where it was seen how gen- 
teelly I avoided hampering my spurs in their petticoats, 
whilst I moved amongst them ; and on the other side 
how prettily they curtsied and received me, standing in 
proper rows, and advancing as fast as they saw their 
elders, or their betters, dispatched by me. But so it is, 
Mr. Spectator, that all our good breeding is of late lost 
by the unhappy arrival of a courtier, or town gentleman, 
who came lately among us. This person, whenever he 
came into a room, made a profound bow and fell back, 
then recovered with a soft air, and made a bow to the 
next, and so to one or two more, and then took the gross 
of the room by passing by them in a continued bow till 
he arrived at the person he thought proper particularly to 
entertain. This he did with so good a grace and assur- 

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ance that it is taken for the present fashion ; and there is 
no young gentlewoman within several miles of this -place 
has been kissed ever since his first appearance among us. 
We country gentlemen cannot begin again and learn these 
fine and reserved airs ; and our conversation is at a stand 
till we have your judgment for or against kissing by way 
of civility or salutation, which is impatiently expected by 
your friends of both sexes, but by none so much as 
"Your humble servant, 

"Rustic Sprightly." 

The custom of salutation by kissing appears to have 
prevailed in Scotland about 1637. It is incidentally 
noticed in the following extract from "Memoirs of the 
Life of James Mitchell, of Dykes, in the Parish of Ar- 
drossan (Ayrshire), written by himself," Glasgow, 1759, 
p. 85 ; a rare tract of 1 1 1 pages : 

"The next business (as I spake before) was the Lord's 
goodness and providence towards me, in that particular, 
with Mr. Alexander Dunlop, our minister, when he fell 
first into his reveries and distractions of groundless jeal- 
ousy of his wife with sundry gentlemen, and of me in 
special. First, I have to bless God on my part he had 
not so much as a presumption (save his own fancies) of 
my misbehavior in any sort; for, as I shall be accountable 
to that great God, before whose* tribunal I must stand and 
give an account at that great day, I was not only free of 
all actual villany with that gentlewoman his wife, but 
also of all scandalous misbehavior either in private or 
public : yea, further, as I shall be saved at that great day, 
I did not so much as kiss her mouth in courtesy (so far as 
my knowledge and memory serves me) seven years before 
his jealousy brake forth : this was the ground of no small 
peace to my mind, . . . and last of all, the Lord brought 



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39 



me clearly off the pursuit, and since he and I has k> 
general fashions of common civility to this day, 12 De- 
cember, 1637. I pray God may open his eyes and give 
him a sight of his weakness and insufficiency both one 
way and other. Now praise, honor, glory, and dominion 
be to God only wise (for this and all other his provi- 
dences and favors unto me), now and ever. Amen. 
"I subscribe with my hand the truth of this, 

" James Mitchell." 

Relative to kissing among men, Sir Walter Scott has 
the following passage in "Waverley" (ch. x.): 

"At his first address to Waverley, it would seem that 
the hearty pleasure he felt to behold the nephew of his 
friend had somewhat discomposed the stiff and upright 
dignity of the Baron of Bradwardine's demeanor, for the 
tears stood in the old gentleman's eyes, when, having 
first shaken Edward heartily by the hand in the English 
fashion, he embraced him a-la-modc Francoise, and kissed 
him on both sides of his face; while the hardness of his 
gripe, and the quantity of Scotch snuff which his accolade 
communicated, called corresponding drops of moisture 
to the eyes of his guest." 

In "Rob Roy" Sir Walter also says (ch. xxxvi.) : 
"A boat waited for us in a creek beneath a huge 
rock, manned by four lusty Highland rowers ; and our 
host took leave of us with great cordiality and even 
affection. Betwixt him and Mr. Jarvie, indeed, there 
seemed to exist a degree of mutual regard, which formed 
a strong contrast to their different occupations and 
habits. After kissing each other very lovingly, and 
when they were just in the act of parting, the Bailie, in 
the fulness of his heart, and with a faltering voice, as- 
sured his kinsman that ' if ever a hundred pund, or even 



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THE KISS IN HISTOR Y. 



twa hundred, would put him or his family in a settled 
way, he need but just send a line to the Saut-Market ;' 
and Rob, grasping his basket-hilt with one hand, and 
shaking Mr. Jarvie's heartily with the other, protested 
'that if ever anybody should affront his kinsman, an he 
would but let him ken, he would stow his lugs out of his 
head, were he the best man in Glasgow.' " 

Evelyn, in his "Diary and Correspondence," writing 
to Mrs. Owen, says : 

"Sir J. Shaw did us the honor of a visit on Thursday 
last, when it was not my hap to be at home, for which I 
was very sorry. I met him since casually in London, 
and kissed him there unfeignedly." 

And Charles Dickens, in "Little Dorrit," gives us this 
amusing paragraph : 

"'You will draw upon us to-morrow, sir,' said Mr. 
Flintwich, with a business-like face, at parting. 

" 'My cabbage,' returned Mr. Blandois, taking him by 
the collar with both hands, 'I'll draw upon you; have 
no fear. Adieu, my Flintwich. Receive at parting' — 
here he gave him a southern embrace, and kissed him 
soundingly on both cheeks — 'the word df a gentleman ! 
By a thousand thunders, you shall see me again.' " 



As a token of affection between father and son, the kiss, 
of course, has prevailed from time immemorial. Wick- 
liffe, in his quaint rendering of the Bible, thus translates 
one of the earliest recorded instances, that of Isaac and 
Jacob (Gen. xxvii. 26, 27): 

"Gyve to me a cosse, son myn. He come near and 
cossed him." 

But the preference in most cases, it must be confessed, 



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is that of the young English sailor in Congreve's "Love 
for Love." On his return, Ben dutifully seeks his father: 

" Sir Sampson. My son Ben! Bless thee, my dear 
boy; thou art heartily welcome. 

"Ben. Thank you, father; and I'm glad to see you. 

" Sir S. Odsbud, and I'm glad to see thee. Kiss me, 
boy; kiss me again and again, dear Ben. [Kisses him.'] 

"Ben. So, so; enough, father. Mess, I'd rather kiss 
these gentlewomen. 

"SirS. And so thou shalt," etc. 

And so he does, with right good will and alacrity. 



MEMORABLE KISSES. 

That was a wonderful kiss which Fatima received from 
her lover : 

" Last night when some one spoke his name, 
From my swift blood that went and came, 
A thousand little shafts of flame 
Were shivered in my narrow frame. 
Oh, love ! oh, fire ! Once he drew 
With one long kiss my whole soul through 
My lips — as sunlight drinketh dew."* 

Then there was the precious kiss which Margarida gave 
her troubadour lover, when "she stretched out her arms 
and sweetly embraced him in the love-chamber." which 
coming to the knowledge of her husband (Raimon de 
Roussillon), he gave her the troubadour's heart to eat, 
disguised as a savory morsel. And there was Francesca's 
kiss, so sweet and yet so sad, so guilty and so pure, when 

* Tennyson. 
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4 2 THE KISS IN HISTORY. 

trembling Paolo kissed her and they read no more that 
day. And there are the kisses that Antony wasted a world 
so gladly for, "ona brow of Egypt," — or rather, we sus- 
pect, on lips of Egypt, — and Othello's farewell kisses, 
which, tender and heart-broken as they were, had no 
magic in them to redeem poor Desdemona's life. Who 
does not remember that grand kiss of Coriolanus — 

" Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge !" — 

which exhibits such a world of character and passion? 
and Romeo's dying "kiss in the vault of the Capulets? and 
the famous kiss of Bassanio? Then there is the kiss 
Queen Margaret gave Alain Chartier, the memory of 
which is still fresh after three centuries have passed away. 
He was a poet, and the ugliest man in France. The last 
of his race died in Paris in November, 1863. The queen 
with her maids found him asleep one day, and bent over 
him and kissed his dreaming lips. " I kiss not the man," 
she said; "I kiss the soul that sings." Another poet, 
the countryman of Chartier, had, two centuries later, the 
honor of being publicly kissed in the stage-box by the 
young and lovely Countess de Villars ; but in Voltaire's 
case the lady gave the osculatory salute not of her own free 
will, but in obedience to the commands of the claqueurs 
in the pit, mad with enthusiasm for the poet's '.' Merope.'' 
Then there is the kiss which the fresh cheek of young 
John Milton received, during his college days, from the 
lips of the high-born Italian beauty, and the kisses of 
Laurence Sterne, concerning which he says, "For my 
own part, I would rather kiss the lips I love than dance 
with all the graces of Greece, after bathing themselves in 
the springs of Parnassus. Flesh and blood for me, with 
an angel in the inside." 

Here is a white rose that has not faded through three 



THE KISS IX HISTORY. 43 

hundred years, — the white rose sent by a Yorkist lover to 
his Lancaster inamorata:* 

" If this fair rose offend thy sight, 
Placed in thy bosom bare, 
'Twill blush to find itself less white, 
And turn Lancastrian there. 

"But if thy ruby lips it spy, 
As kiss it thou mayst deign, 
With envy pale 'twill lose its dye, 
And Yorkist turn again." 

It is a pity that we do not know who plucked that rose 
with such courtly grace. The lines, like " Chevy Chase," 
"The Nut-brown Maid," and " Allan-a-Dale," are a 
filius nulltus, and, like many other anonymous waifs which 
have floated down to us, could, just as well as not, have 
carried a name on to immortality. What sort of a kiss 
was it that sweet Amy Robsart's friend Leicester placed 
upon the lips of Queen Bess, and which, according to a 
chronicle of the time, "she took right heartilie" ? It 
was certainly a bold proceeding "before folks," consid- 
ering who the parties were. The kiss that Chastelard 
asked of Mary Beaton was a notable one. Said the gal- 
lant Frenchman : 

" Kiss me with some slow, heavy kiss, 
That plucks the heart out at the lips." 



When the Cardinal John of Lorraine was presented to 
the Duchess of Savoy, she gave him her hand to kiss, 
greatly to the indignation of the churchman. "How, 
madam !". exclaimed he : " am I to be treated in this man- 



* The Duke of Clarence to Lady E. Beauchamp. 



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THE KISS IN HISTORY. 



ner? I kiss the queen, my mistress, and shall I not kiss 
you, who are only a duchess?" and without more ado 
he, despite the resistance of the proud little Portuguese 
princess, kissed her thrice on the mouth before he re- 
leased her with an exultant laugh. The doughty cardinal 
was apparently of one mind with Sheldon, who thought 
that "to kiss ladies' hands after their lips, as some do, is 
like little boys who, after they eat the apple, fall to the 
paring." 

The proud and pompous Constable of Castile, on his 
visit to the English court soon after the accession of 
James I., we are told, was right well pleased to bestow 
a kiss on Anne of Denmark's lovely maids of honor, 
" according to the custom of the country, and any neglect 
of which is taken as an affront." 



When Charles II. was making his triumphal progress 
through England, certain country ladies who were pre- 
sented to him, instead of kissing the royal hands, in their 
simplicity held up their pretty lips to be kissed by the 
king, — a blunder no one would more willingly excuse 
than the red-haired lover of pretty Nell Gwynn. 

When the excommunicated German emperor Henry 
IV. had been humbled by three days of penance, bare- 
foot and fasting, in the month of January, before the 
palace of Pope Gregory VII., he was admitted to "the 
superlative honor" of kissing the pontiff's toe. This, 
perhaps, was no greater humiliation than that of the 
haughty Doge, who, after seeing Genoa bombarded by 
the fleet of Louis XIV. on account of the assistance he 
had given to the Algerines, was reduced to the indignity 



THE KISS IN HISTORY. 



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of going to Versailles to kiss the hand which had given 
his city to the flames. 

Marie Antoinette frequently shocked the etiquette 
of her day at the French court. Once, upon receiving 
the Austrian ambassador, Count von Mercy, she advanced 
to meet him, and reached her hand to him, allowing him 
to press it to his lips. Of course Madame de Noailles 
was horror-stricken. The kissing of the queen's hand 
was a state ceremonial, and inadmissible at a private 
interview. 

A pleasanter incident at the court of this queen is thus 
related by Madame Campan : 

" Franklin appeared at court in the costume of an 
American husbandman : his hair straight and without 
powder, his round hat, and coat of brown cloth, formed 
a strong contrast with the spangled and embroidered coats, 
the powdered and pomatumed head-dresses, of the cour- 
tiers of Versailles. This novelty charmed all the lively 
imaginations of the French ladies. They gave elegant 
fetes to Doctor Franklin, who united the fame of one of 
the most skilful physicians* [Madame Campan was led 
into this mistake by Franklin's title of doctor] to the 
patriotic virtues which induced him to take the noble role 
of apostle of liberty. I was present at one of these fetes, 
where the most beautiful (the Comtesse de Polignac) 
among three hundred ladies was chosen to go and place a 
crown of laurel on the white hair of the American phi- 
losopher, and kiss both cheeks of the old man." 

Tom Hood once asked whether Hannah More had 
ever been kissed, — that is to say, by a man. It is almost 
impossible to conceive of such a thing ; and yet it has been 



46 THE KISS IN HIS TOR Y. 

asserted by one of the authors of the "Rejected Ad- 
dresses." But to think of her having been kissed "on 
the sly," and in church-time! Horace Smith distinctly 
affirms that, on a certain occasion, 

" Sidney Morgan was playing the organ, 
While behind the vestry door, 
Horace Twiss was snatching a kiss 
From the lips of Hannah More !" 

Chevalier Bunsen, who rose from a humble position 
in life to great honor, was a man of vast savoir^ but little 
erudition. As a theologian, the character to which he 
most aspired, he was severely criticised by the celebrated 
Dr. Merle d'Aubigne. The two savans met at Berlin at 
the Evangelical Alliance held several years ago. Bunsen 
kissed Merle ; of course the polite Genevan could but re- 
turn the compliment. Great was the ado about the " kiss 
of reconciliation," as the Germans called it, much to the 
annoyance of Dr. Merle, who had no idea of compro- 
mising the solemn writers of theology by a kiss ! Be- 
sides, he said, he preferred the English custom in kissing 
to the German. A delicate insinuation, that; but the 
professor meant nothing wrong. ^ 

In the famous Brooklyn trial, Tilton versus Beecher, 
in which the world was favored with some extraordinary 
revelations respecting the ethics and aesthetics of modern 
osculation, the defendant, Mr. Beecher, while on the wit- 
ness-stand, testified to his singularly varied experiences. 
In the course of his testimony, he said : 

" Mrs. Moulton then came in ; she came to me and 
said, 'Mr. Beecher, I don't believe the stories they are 
telling about you; I believe you are a good man.' I 



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looked up and said, ' Emma Moulton, I am a good man ;' 
she then bent over and kissed me on the forehead ; it was 
a kiss of inspiration, but I did not think it proper to 
return it." 

When subsequently asked what he meant by a kiss of 
inspiration, he replied : 

" I meant — well, it was a token of confidence ; it was a 
salutation that did not belong to the common courtesy of 
life : neither was it a kiss of pleasure, or anything of that 
kind, but it was, as I sometimes have seen it in poetry — 
if you will excuse me — it was — it seemed to me, a holy 
kiss." 

Q. "You have said something about your not return- 
ing it?" 

A. "Well, sir, I felt— I felt so deeply grateful that if 
I had returned the kiss, I might have returned it with an 
enthusiasm that would have offended her delicacy ; it was 
not best, under the circumstances, that she and I should 
kiss." 

This led the newspapers to ask for the interpretation 
of a kiss which Mr. Beecher had previously characterized 
as "paroxysmal." It was comparatively easy even for 
people who were accustomed to do their kissing without 
analysis to comprehend the other varieties which had 
been introduced during the progress of the trial, such 'as 
the impulsive kiss, the enthusiastic kiss, the holy kiss, the 
kiss of reconciliation, the kiss of grace, mercy, and peace, 
and the kiss mutual. But the kiss "inspirational" and 
the kiss "paroxysmal" were likely to be understood only 
by those who remembered the story of the good old 
Methodist deacon. The young people of the church were 
in the habit of playing games whose forfeits were kisses; 
but the pious old gentleman was much troubled about it, 



4 8 THE KISS IN HISTOR Y. 

and said that he was not so much opposed to kissing if 
they did not kiss with an appetite. 

The Tilton-Beecher case evoked from the newspaper 
writers an infinite amount of comment. Among those 
whose views attracted marked attention was Mrs. Jane G. 
Swisshelm, who said, in the Chicago "Tribune:" 

" We can all see the impropriety of verbal declarations 
/ of passion in such cases; and how much more unsafe any 
act bearing such interpretation! Wherever men and 
women meet in friendly or business relations, one or both 
must be constantly mindful of the differences and dangers 
of the sex, — must guard looks, words, and actions, and in 
no moment of overwrought sympathy can the stern bar- 
riers of decorum be safely broken down. Before kissing 
Mr. Beecher, Mrs. Moulton should have waited until he 
had taken that powder, until it had done its work and 
the undertaker had the body ready for burial.' Only in 
his coffin is it safe for even 'a section of the day of 
judgment,' in the shape of a woman, to kiss any one 
man in a thousand. There seems to be no room for 
doubt that she is, or was, a perfectly upright woman ; but 
her childish act shows the atmosphere in which these 
men have been living, — shows the unconscious steps by 
which they passed from virtue to vice, — and ought to 
awaken all lovers of virtue to a more careful guard of her 
outside defences. Chastity is not the natural condition 
of the race, but the very opposite, and it can only be 
secured by ages of culture and constant vigilance. It is a 
something to be acquired and maintained through grace 
and watchfulness, and those who open doors through 
which the enemy enters and causes the fall of others 
are responsible for their negligence and mistaken confi- 
dence." 






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This judgment brought out some humorous responses. 
A lady thus expressed her indignation in the " Graphic : n 

"I never saw Mrs. Swisshelm, thank goodness; but what 
a perfectly ridiculous old creature she must be ! Accord- 
ing to her own account, no live man could be found who 
would venture to kiss her, and so she was obliged to go 
and unscrew a dead man's coffin and kiss him. I never 
heard of anything so dreadful in the whole course of my 
life. 

"Mrs. Swisshelm's letter is enough for me. I can 
understand just what a dreadful old person she must 
be. She wears trousers, I am told, besides that perfectly 
preposterous garment, the ' chemiloon.' If I was a man, 
I would no more kiss such a woman than I would kiss a 
pair of tongs that had been left out over-night in a snow- 
bank. 

"Kissing, when done innocently, is as innocent as 
strawberries-and-cream, and as nice. If Mrs. Swisshelm 
could only grow young and pretty, and take off her 
►trousers and dress like a Christian, she would soon change 
her mind about kissing. Her letter is the expression of 
a cross old woman's envious mind, and she ought to be 
ashamed of herself." 

Another writer, who objected to such forcibly ex- 
pressed and sweeping opposition to kissing, said, in the 
"Inter-Ocean :" 

" We believe in temperance, but not in total abstinence, 
so far as this business is concerned. Mrs. Swisshelm 
takes credit to herself for carefully avoiding kisses during 
her protracted life. To this she attributes, in part, her 
longevity and general heartiness. In one instance only 
rV id Mrs. Swisshelm deviate from this rule. It was in a 
hospital. A poor boy had been suffering long and much, 
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and she had visited and cared for him. One day when 
she came in she found him dead and in his coffin. Then 
the law was suspended for a moment, and, bending her 
head, she kissed him, satisfied that he had passed beyond 
the thrill of an unholy thought thereat. A moment after, 
she bethought herself that others were in the room to 
whom the kiss might prove unprofitable, and for a second 
she upbraided herself for her foolish fervor ; but an exam- 
ination proved that these fears were groundless, for the 
others were dead also. This is the story as we gain it 
second-hand. We do not sympathize with this senti- 
ment. If the poor boy needed a kiss at all, he needed it 
before his life had gone out and left the body only a clog. 
A kick or a kiss is equally unimportant to a piece of in- 
animate clay. The fact that there may have been too 
much kissing in high life of late years does not alter 
the fact that oscillatory salutes are very good things in 
the family." 

The late Father Taylor, of the Seamen's Bethel at 
Boston, narrates the following incident : 

"While in Palestine, I went out one evening, and sat 
upon the grass on what was thought to be the hill Cal- 
vary. I lay down, and, with my arms under my head, 
looked up at the stars and meditated on what had hap- 
pened on that sacred spot. With pain I suddenly remem- 
bered a man in my far-distant home who had always been 
hostile to me. I felt that my feelings also had not been 
right towards him, and I told my Lord that if I lived to 
get home I would -see that man and ask his forgiveness. 
It was permitted me in due time to reach home. The 
incident had faded from my mind, when, one day, walk- 
ing in Exchange Street, I saw that man approaching. My 
old feeling returned. I passed him without a sign ; but 






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just then I remembered Calvary, and turned to look after 
him. To my surprise, he also was turning. I went back 
to him, threw my arms about him, and kissed him ! and 
I felt better." 

Herr Hacklander, writing on the subject of oscula- 
tion, says : 

"There are three kisses by which the human race are 
blest : the first is that which the mother presses on the 
new-born infant's head; the second, that which the newly- 
wedded bride bestows on your lips ; the third, that with 
which love or friendship closes your eyes when your 
career is ended." 

After which rhetorical flourish he adds : 

"But I, more blest than other mortals, have to boast 
of a fourth kiss of bliss, that of Father Radetzky!" 
Hacklander had written a description of the battle of 
Novara, which brought him, among other distinctions, a 
kiss from the old field-marshal. 



Turning back to mediaeval history, we find an amusing 
incident in the career of Charles the Simple, of France. 
The viking Rollo, having been banished from Norway by 
Harold, proceeded southward to conquer a new domain. 
Entering the mouth of the Seine, he took possession of 
Rouen, where he spent the winter of each year, employ- 
ing the summer in ravaging France, till at last the king, 
Charles the Simple, as the only hope of obtaining peace, 
promised to give him the province of Neustria as a fief, 
provided he would become a Christian. 

Rollo was baptized at Rouen, in 912. He had then to 
pay homage to King Charles by kneeling before him, kiss- 
ing his foot, and swearing to pay him allegiance. Rollo 



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took the oath, but nothing would induce him to perform 
the rest of the ceremony, and he appointed one of his 
followers to do homage in his stead. The Northman, as 
proud as his master, wilfully misunderstood, and, instead 
of kneeling, lifted the king's foot up to reach his mouth, 
so as to upset king and throne together, amid the rude 
laughter of his countrymen. 

When the famous crusade of Godfrey de Bouillon, 
early in the eleventh century, was nearing its successful 
issue, Tancred, with a few other knights, was the first to 
come in sight of Jerusalem. When the Crusaders beheld 
the Holy City, the object of all their hopes and toils, they 
all at once fell down on their knees, weeping and giving 
thanks, and even kissing the sacred earth, and, as they 
rose, hymns of praise were sung by the whole army. So 
when Columbus and his followers stepped on the beach 
of San Salvador, all knelt down, reverently kissing the 
ground, with tears and thanks to God. 

Jean Paul Frederic Richter, in his "Autobiography," 
•thus describes a thrilling event in his life's history : 

MY FIRST KISS. 

As earlier in life, on the opposite church-bench, so I 
could but fall in love with Catharine Barin, as she sat 
always above me on the school-bench, with her pretty, 
round, red, smallpox-marked face, — her lightning eyes, — 
the pretty hastiness with which she spoke and ran. In 
the school carnival, that took in the whole forenoon suc- 
ceeding fast nights, and consisted in dancing and playing, 
I had the joy to perform the irregular hop dance, that 
preceded the regular, with her. In the play, "How does 






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your neighbor please you ?" where upon an affirmative 
answer they are ordered to kiss, and upon a contrary 
there is a calling out, and in the midst of accolades all 
change places, I ran always near her. The blows were 
like gold-beaters' by which the pure gold of my love was 
beaten out, and a continual change of places, as she 
always forbid me the court, and I always called her to 
the court, was managed. 

All these malicious occurrences (desertiones malitiosa) 
could not deprive me of the blessedness of meeting her 
daily, when with her snow-white apron and her snow- 
white cap she ran over the long bridge opposite the par- 
sonage window, out of which I was looking. To catch 
her, not to say, but to give her something sweet, a mouth- 
ful of fruit, to run quickly through the parsonage court, 
down the little steps, and arrest her in her flight, my con- 
science would never permit ; but I enjoyed enough to see 
her from the window upon the bridge, and I think it was 
near enough for me to stand, as I usually did, with my 
heart behind a long seeing and hearing trumpet. Distance 
injures true love less than nearness. Could I upon the 
planet Venus discover the goddess Venus, while in the 
distance its charms were so enchanting, I should have 
warmly loved it, and without hesitation chosen to revere 
it as my morning and evening star. 

In the mean time I have the satisfaction to draw all 
those, who expect in Schwarzenbach a repetition of the 
Joditz love, from their error, and inform them that it 
came to something. On a winter evening, when my 
princess's collection of sweet gifts was prepared, and 
needed only a receiver, the pastor's son, who among all 
my school companions was the worst, persuaded me, when 
a visit from the chaplain occupied my father, to leave the 
parsonage while it was dark, to pass the bridge, and ven- 

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5 4 THE KISS IN HISTORY. 

ture, which I had never done, into the house where the 
beloved dwelt with her poor grandmother up in a little 
corner chamber. We entered a little ale-house under- 
neath. Whether Catharine happened to be there, or 
whether the rascal, under the pretence of a message, 
allured her down upon the middle of the steps, or, in 
short, how it happened that I found her there, has be- 
come only a dreamy recollection ; for the sudden light- 
ning of the present darkened all that went behind. As 
violently as if I had been a robber, I first pressed upon 
her my present of sweetmeats, and then I, who in Joditz 
never could reach the heaven of a first kiss, and never 
even dared to touch the beloved hand, I, for the first 
time, held a beloved being upon my heart and lips. I 
have nothing further to say, but that it was the one pearl 
of a minute, that was never repeated ; a whole longing 
past and a dreaming future were united in one moment, 
and in the darkness behind my closed eyes the fireworks 
of a whole life were evolved in a glance. Ah, I have 
never forgotten it, — the ineffaceable moment ! 

I returned like a clairvoyant from heaven again to earth, 
and remarked only that in this second Christmas festival 
Ruprecht* did not precede, but followed it, for on my 
way home I met a messenger coming for me, and was 
severely scolded for running away. Usually after such 
warm silver beams of a blessed sun there falls a closing, 
stormy gust. What was its effect on me ? The stream of 
words could not drain my paradise, — for does it not 
bloom even to-day around and forth from my pen ? 

It was, as I have said, the first kiss, and, as I believe, 
will be the last ; for I shall not, probably, although she 



* Ruprecht may be called the Father Nicholas, who comes on Christ- 
mas eve and plays all sorts of tricks. 






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lives yet, journey to Schwarzenbach to give a se 
As usual, during my whole Schwarzenbach life 1 was 
perfectly contented with my telegraphic love, which yet 
sustained and kept itself alive without any answering 
telegram. But truly no one could blame her less than 
I that she was silent at that time, or that she continues so 
now after the death of her husband ; for later, in stranger 
loves and hearts, I have always been slow to speak. It 
did not help me that I stood with ready face and attract- 
ive outward appearance; all corporeal charms must be 
placed over the foil of the spiritual before they can suffi- 
ciently shine and kindle and dazzle. But this was the 
cause of failure in my innocent love-time, that without 
any intercourse with the beloved, without conversation or 
introduction, I displayed my whole love bursting from the 
dry exterior, and stood before her like the Judas-tree, in 
full blossom, but without branch or leaf. 

An incident previously referred to has been thus em- 
bodied in verse : 

THE GUERDON. 

Alain, the poet, fell asleep one day 

In the lords' chamber, when it chanced the queen 

With her twelve maids of honor passed that way, — 
She like a slim white lily set between 
Twelve glossy leaves, for they were robed in green. 

A forest of gold pillars propped the roof, 
And from the heavy corbels of carved stone 

Yawned drowsy dwarfs, with satyr's face and hoof: 
Like one of those bright pillars overthrown, 
The slanted sunlight through the casement shone, 

Gleaming across the body of Alain, — 
As if the airy column in its fall 



5 6 THE KISS IN HISTORY. 

Had caught and crushed him. So the laughing train 
Came on him suddenly, and one and all 
Drew back, affrighted, midway in the hall. 

Like some huge beetle curled up in the sun 
Was this man lying in the noontide glare, 

Deformed, and hideous to look upon, 

With sunken eyes, and masses of coarse hair, 
And sallow cheeks deep-seamed with time and care. 

Forth from her maidens stood Queen Margaret : 
The royal blood up to her temples crept, 

Like a wild vine with faint red roses set, 
As she across the pillared chamber swept, 
And, kneeling, kissed the poet while he slept. 

Then from her knees uprose the stately queen, 
And, seeing her ladies titter, 'gan to frown 

With those great eyes wherein methinks were seen 
Lights that outflashed the lustres in her crown, — 
Great eyes that looked the shallow women down. 

" Nay, not for love," — 'twas like a sudden bliss, 
The full sweet measured music of her tongue, — 

" Nay, not for love's sake did I give the kiss, 
Not for his beauty, who's nor fair nor young, 
But for the songs which those mute lips have sung ! ' ' 



FREAKS AND PHASES OF LOCAL CUSTOM. 
THE KISS OF PEACE. 
The peculiar tendency of the Christian religion to en- 
courage honor towards all men, as men, to foster and 
develop the softer affections, and, in the trying condition 
of the early Church, to make its members intimately 
known one to another, and unite them in the closest 



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57 



bonds, led to the observance of kissing as an accompani- 
ment of that social worship which took its origin in the 
very cradle of our religion. # Hence the exhortation of 
St. Paul, " Salute one another with a holy kiss ;" and the 
brethren followed the injunction literally. It was called 
signaculum orationis, the soul of prayer ; and was a sym- 
bol of that mutual forgiveness and reconciliation which 
the Church required as an essential condition to admission 
to its sacraments. Tertullian, Origen, and Athenagoras 
mention it ; and Dr. Milner cites the Apostolical Consti- 
tutions to show the manner in which the ceremony was 
performed : 

" Let the bishop salute the church and say, ' The peace 
of God be with you all ;' And let the people answer, 
'And with thy spirit.' Then let the deacon say to all, 
' Salute one another with a holy kiss :' and let the clergy 
kiss the bishop, and the laymen the laymen, and the 
women the women." 

This primitive fraternal embrace appears to have been 
observed as late as the twelfth or thirteenth century, and 
the pax (osculatorium, porte-paix, or pax brede) intro- 
duced, as it was at this period that the sexes began to 
mingle together in the low mass. 

The use of the pax in England was prescribed by the 
royal commissioners of Edward VI. The Injunctions 
published at Doncaster, in 1548, ordain that 

" The clarke shall bring down the paxe, and standing 
without the church door, shall say loudly to the people 
these words, ' This is a token of joyful peace which is 
betwixt God and men's conscience; Christ alone is the 
peace-maker, which straitly commands peace between 
brother and brother. And so long as ye shall use these 
ceremonies, so long. shall ye use these significations.' " 
c* 



5 8 THE KISS IN HISTORY. 

Agnes Strickland,* in her account of the coronation 
of Queen Elizabeth, says : 

"Then the bishop began the mass, the epistle being 
read first in Latin and then in English, the gospel the 
same, — the book being sent to the queen, who kissed the 
gospel. She then went to the altar to make her second 
offering, three unsheathed swords being borne before her, 
and one in the scabbard. The queen, kneeling, put 
money in the basin, and kissed the chalice ; and then and 
there certain words were read to her grace. She retired 
to her seat again during the consecration, and kissed the 
pax. ' ' * 

ROYAL FEET-WASHING AND KISSING. 

In this country, the ceremonies of Lent and of Easter 
belong to the Church alone, but in most other lands these 
occasions have always borne both a civil and a political 
relation to society. 

In former times royalty itself led the Lenten solemni- 
ties, and we read of monarchs washing the feet of beggars, 
in imitation of Christ, who washed the feet of his dis- 
ciples. This ceremony, which was regularly practised by 
the kings and queens of England in ancient times, oc- 
curred upon Maundy-Thursday. They washed and kissed 
the feet of as many poor people as they themselves num- 
bered in years, and bestowed a gift, or maundy, upon 
each. 

Queen Elizabeth performed this royal duty at Green- 
wich when she was thirty-nine years old, on which occa- 
sion the feet of thirty-nine poor persons were first washed 



* The pax is a piece of board having the image of Christ upon the 
cross on it, which the people used to kiss after the service was ended, 
that ceremony being considered the kiss of peace. 



THE KISS IN HISTORY. 59 

by the yeomen of the' laundry with warm water and sweet 
herbs, afterwards by the sub-almoner, and lastly by the 
queen herself; the person who washed making each time 
a cross upon the pauper's foot, above the toes, and kiss- 
ing it. This ceremony was performed by the queen 
kneeling, being attended by thirty-nine ladies and gen- 
tlemen. Clothes, victuals, and money were then dis- 
tributed among the poor. 

The last of the English monarchs who performed this 
office in person was James II., and it was afterwards per- 
formed by the almoner. On the 5th of April, 1731, it 
being Maundy-Thursday, and the king in his forty-eighth 
year, there were distributed at the ban/meting-house, 
Whitehall, to forty-eight poor men and the same number 
of poor women, boiled beef and shoulders of mutton, 
and small bowls of ale, for dinner ; after that large wooden 
platters of fish and loaves, the fish being undressed, — 
twelve red herrings and twelve white herrings, and four 
half quartern loaves. Each person had one platter of 
these provisions, and after that were distributed among 
them shoes, stockings, linen and woollen cloth, and 
leathern bags filled with silver and copper coins, to each 
about four pounds in value. The washing of feet was 
performed by his Grace the Lord Archbishop of York, 
who was also Lord High Almoner. 

Cardinal Wolsey, in 1530, made his maundy at Peter- 
borough Abbey, where upon Maundy-Thursday, in our 
Lady's Chapel, he washed and kissed the feet of fifty-nine 
poor men, "and, after he had wiped them, he gave every 
one of the said poor men twelve pence in money, three 
ells of good canvas to make them shirts, a pair of new 
shoes, a cast of red herrings and three white herrings, 
and one of these had two shillings." 

This ancient custom is now no longer observed, except 



60 THE KISS IN HISTORY. 

in the Royal Chapel at Whitehall, where the poor still 
receive their gifts from the royal bounty. 

Soon after the accession of King Alfonso to the throne 
of Spain, he performed the emblematic ceremony of 
washing, the apostles' feet, showing that the royal custom 
is not obsolete in Madrid, at least. A witness, after de- 
scribing the preliminaries, says : 

" Men and women in a compact mass of silk and 
velvet, broadcloth and gold lace, crowded the ' Hall of 
the Columns,' where the ceremony was to take place, the 
spectators, more than eight hundred of whom were ladies, 
standing all round, jammed upon benches, row upon row, 
leaving barely the most limited space open for the per- 
formers. Within this space the twelve paupers, or apos- 
tles, sat on a settee, each of them with his best foot and 
leg^bare to the knee, and as well ' prepared' for the 
occasion as by dint of much soap and water could be 
contrived; the king in his grand uniform, with a towel 
tied around him, apron-wise, followed by Cardinal Mo- 
reno, Archbishop of Valladolid, in his scarlet robes and 
skull-cap, and behind and all around them a great staff of 
grandees and marshals,, an array of golden uniforms only 
distinguishable from the no less sumptuous liveries of the 
court menials by the stars, crosses, cordons, and scarfs of 
their chivalrous orders. The cardinal went first, and 
sprinkled a few drops of perfumed water over each of 
the bare feet in succession ; the king came after, kneeling 
before each foot, rubbing it slightly with his towel, then 
stooping upon it as if he meant to kiss it. The ceremony 
did not take many minutes. The twelve men then got 
up ; they were marshalled in great pomp round the hall, 
and seated in a row on one side of the table, with their 
faces to the spectators, in the order observed in Leonardo 
da Vinci's grand picture of the Last Supper." 



THE KISS IN HISTORY. 6 1 

THE CUSTOM OF KISSING HANDS. 

" Solemnly down the street came the parish priest, and the children 
Paused in their play to kiss the hand he extended to bless them." 

Evangeline. 

Mr. D'Israeli, in his "Curiosities of Literature," thus 
summarizes the historical notices of M. Morin, a French 
Academician, upon the custom of kissing hands: 

" This custom is not only very ancient, and nearly uni- 
versal, but has been alike participated by religion and 
society. 

"To begin with religion. From the remotest times 
men saluted the sun, moon, and stars, by kissing the 
hand. Job assures us that he was never given to this 
superstition (xxxi. 27). The same honor was rendered 
to Baal (1 Kings xviii.). Other instances might be ad- 
duced. 

"We now pass to Greece. There all foreign supersti- 
tions were received. Lucian, after having mentioned 
various sorts of sacrifices which the rich offered the gods, 
adds that the poor adored them by the simpler compli- 
ment of kissing their hands. That author gives an anec- 
dote of Demosthenes which shows this custom. When a 
prisoner to the soldiers of Antipater, he asked to enter a 
temple. When he entered, he touched his mouth with 
his hands, which the guards took for an act of religion. 
He did it, however, more securely to swallow the poison 
he had prepared for such an occasion. Lucian mentions 
other instances. 

"From the Greeks it passed to the Romans. Pliny 
places it amongst those ancient customs of which they 
were ignorant of the origin or the reason. Persons were 
treated as atheists who would not kiss their hands when 
they entered a temple. When Apuleius mentions Psyche, 



62 THE KISS IN HISTORY. 

he says she was so beautiful that they adored her as 
Venus, in kissing the right hand. 

" This ceremonial action rendered respectable the ear- 
liest institutions of Christianity. It was a custom with the 
primeval bishops to give their hands to be kissed by the 
ministers who served at the altar. 

"This custom, however, as a religious rite, declined 
with paganism. 

"In society our ingenious Academician considers the 
custom of kissing hands as essential to its welfare. It is a 
mute form which expresses reconciliation, which entreats 
favors, or which thanks for those received. It is a uni- 
versal language, intelligible without an interpreter, which 
doubtless preceded writing, and perhaps speech itself. 

"Solomon says of the flatterers and suppliants of his 
time, that they ceased not to kiss the hands of their patrons 
till they had obtained the favors which they solicited. In 
Homer we see Priam kissing the hands and embracing 
the knees of Achilles while he supplicates for the body 
of Hector. 

"This custom prevailed in ancient Rome, but it varied. 
In the first ages of the republic it seems to have been 
only practised by inferiors to their superiors : equals gave 
their hands and embraced. In the progress of time, even 
the soldiers refused to show this mark of respect to their 
generals; and their kissing the hand of Cato when he 
was obliged to quit them was regarded as an extraordinary 
circumstance, at a period of such refinement. The great 
respect paid to the tribunes, consuls, and dictators obliged 
individuals to live with them in a more distant and respect- 
ful manner, and, instead of embracing them as they did for- 
merly, they considered themselves as fortunate if allowed 
to kiss their hands. Under the emperors, kissing hands 
became an essential duty, even for the great themselves ; 



THE KISS IN IIISTOR Y. 6 3 

inferior courtiers were obliged to be content to adore the 
purple by kneeling, touching the robe of the emperor by 
the right hand, and carrying it to the mouth. Even this 
was thought too free ; and at length they saluted the em- 
peror at a distance by kissing their hands, in the same 
manner as when they adored their gods. 

"It is superfluous to trace this custom in every country 
where it exists. It is practised in every known country, 
in respect of sovereigns and superiors, even amongst the 
negroes and inhabitants of the New World. Cortez 
found it established at Mexico, where more than a thou- 
sand lords saluted him, in touching the earth with their 
hands, which they afterwards carried to their mouths. 

"Thus, whether the custom of salutation is practised by 
kissing the hands of others from respect, or in bringing 
one's own to the mouth, it is of all customs the most uni- 
versal. M. Morin concludes that this practice is now 
become too gross a familiarity, and it is considered as a 
meanness to kiss the hand of those with whom we are in 
habits of intercourse ; and he prettily observes that this 
custom would be entirely lost if lovers were not solicitous 
to preserve it in all its full power." 



UNDER THE MISTLETOE. 

" The shepherd, now no more afraid, 

Since custom doth the chance bestow, 
Starts up to kiss the giggling maid 
Beneath the branch of mistletoe 
That 'neath each cottage beam is seen, 
With pearl-like berries shining gay, 
The shadow still of what hath been, 
Which fashion yearly fades away." 

Clare. 

The mistletoe, which has so many mystic associations 
connected with it, is believed to be propagated in its 



64 THE KISS IN HISTORY. 

natural state by the missel-thrush, which feeds upon its 
berries. It was long thought impossible to propagate it 
artificially ; but this object has been attained by bruising 
the berries, and, by means of their viscidity, causing them 
to adhere to the bark of fruit-trees, where they readily 
germinate and take root. The growth of the mistletoe 
on the oak is now of extremely rare occurrence, but in 
the orchards of the west-midland counties of England, 
such as the shires of Gloucester and Worcester, the plant 
flourishes in great frequency and luxuriance on the apple- 
trees. Large quantities are annually cut at the Christmas 
season, and despatched to London and other places, 
where they are extensively used for the decoration of 
houses and shops. The special custom connected with 
the mistletoe on Christmas Eve, an indubitable relic 
of the days of Druidism, handed down through a long 
course of centuries, must be familiar to all of our readers. 
A branch of the - mystic plant is suspended from the wall 
or ceiling, and any one of the fair sex who, either from 
inadvertence, or, as possibly may be insinuated, on pur- 
pose, passes beneath the sacred spray, incurs the penalty 
of being then and there kissed by any lord of the creation 
who chooses to avail himself of the privilege. 



SCANDINAVIAN TRADITION. 

Balder, the Apollo of Scandinavian mythology, was 
killed by a mistletoe arrow given to the blind Hoder by 
Loki, the god of mischief, and potentate of our earth. 
Balder was restored to life, but the mistletoe was placed 
in future under the care of Friga, and was never again to 
be an instrument of evil till it touched the earth, the 
empire of Loki. Hence is it always suspended from ceil- 
ings. And when persons of opposite sexes pass under it, 



THE KISS IN HISTORY. 65 

they give each other the kiss of peace and love, in the 
full assurance that the epiphyte is no longer an instrument 
of mischief. 



THE MISTLETOE. 

Stout emblem of returning peace.. 
The heart's full gush, and love's release, 
Spirits in human fondness flow, 
And greet the pearly Mistletoe. 

Many a maiden's cheek is red 
By lips and laughter thither led ; 
And fluttering bosoms come and go 
Under the Druid Mistletoe. 

Dear is the memory of a theft 
When love and youth and joy are left ; 
The passion's blush, the rose's glow, 
Accept the Cupid Mistletoe. 

Oh, happy, tricksome time of mirth, 
Giv'n to the stars of sky and earth ! 
May all the best of feeling know, 
The custom of the Mistletoe ! 

Spread out the laurel and the bay, 
For chimney-piece and window gay : 
Scour the brass gear — a shining row, 
And holly place with Mistletoe. 

Married and single, proud and free, 
Yield to the season, trim with glee ; 
Time will not stay — he cheats us, so — 
A kiss? — 'tis gone ! the Mistletoe. 

6* 



66 THE KISS IN HISTORY. 

THE MISTLETOE IN AMERICA. 

" Under the mistletoe-bough ;" 

Not in the far-away British Isles, 
But here in the West it is glimmering, now, — 

An exile from home of three thousand miles ; 
And the leaves are as darkly fresh and green, 

And the berries as crisply waxen white, 
As they show to-night, in so many a scene, 

In Old England's halls of light. 

Quiet it hangs on the wall, 

Or pendent droops from the chandelier, 
As if never a mischief or harm could fall 

From its modest intrusion, there or here ! 
And yet how many a pulse it has fired, 

How many a lip made nervously bold, 
When youthful revel went on, untired, 

In the Christmas days of old ! 
The lover's heart might be low, 

And the love of his lady very high, 
With no one her inmost heart to know, 

Or the riddle to read of the haughty eye ; 
But under the mistletoe fairly caught, 

What maiden coyness or pride could dare 
To turn from the kisses as sudden as thought 

And ardent as waiting prayer? 
"C 'est la premiere pas qui coute /" 

So they say, in another far-away land ; 
And, the one kiss given, more follow, as fruit, 

As the dullest can easily understand ; 
And then, of the end to come, who knows, 

Save the village bells, and the welcome priest, 
And the sister-maidens, with cheeks like the rose, 

Who assist at the bridal feast ? 



THE KISS IN HISTORY. 67 

Methinks, if the shamrock green 

Is the leaf so dear to an Irish heart, 
To the mistletoe-berry's silver sheen 

England's love has been owing no minor part; 
And greenly its stiff-set leaves have twined 

Round many a tenderest bridal nest, 
Since that saddest of tales all hearts enshrined 

In the lay of the " Old Oak Chest." 

What matter if centuries long 

Have hidden a part of the mystery deep 
That lay in the Druids' re-echoing song, 

When it glistened in Stonehenge's mighty heap? 
For enough still remains to make sure the truth 

That it symbobed the great Perennial Good, 
And they saw from its joints springing .Endless Youth 

That the force of the Ages withstood. 

Little sprig from the mother-land ! — 

It is pleasant and cosy to have you here, 
When the festive and lonely waiting stand 

On the verge of their varying Christmas cheer. 
Though we cannot transplant your pride of growth, 

Any more than the hawthorn, wayward and coy, 
You can give us, still, the Old English troth, 

And a thought of Old English joy. 

Ha ! what? Do the leaves grow dim? — 

Do the white waxen berries wither and fleet, 
Ere even the notes of the Christmas hymn 

Float in o'er the hush of the silent street? 
But, even if so, may kind Heaven forefend 

That the omen shall fade from heart or brow 
Of that truth to lover, that fealty to friend, 

Ever typed by the mistletoe-bough ! 



68 THE KISS IN HISTORY. 

THE BLARNEY STONE. 

In the year 1602, when the Spaniards were inciting the 
Irish chieftains to harass the English authorities, Cormac 
MacCarthy held, among other dependencies, the castle 
of Blarney, and had concluded an armistice with the 
Lord-President on condition of surrendering this fort to 
an English garrison. Day after day did his lordship look 
for the fulfilment of the compact, while the Irish Pozzo 
di Borgo, as loath to part with his stronghold as Russia to 
relinquish the Dardanelles, kept protocolizing with soft 
promises and delusive delays, until at last Carew became 
the laughing-stock of Elizabeth's ministers, and Blarney 
talk proverbial. 

A popular tradition attributes to the Blarney Stone the 
power of endowing whoever kisses it with the sweet, per- 
suasive, wheedling eloquence so perceptible in the lan- 
guage of the Cork people, and which is generally termed 
Blarney. This is the true meaning of the word, and not, 
as some writers have supposed, a faculty of deviating from 
veracity with an unblushing countenance whenever it may 
be convenient. The curious traveller will seek in vain 
the real stone, unless he allows himself to be lowered from 
the northern angle of the lofty castle, when he will dis- 
cover it about tvyenty feet from the top, with the inscrip- 
tion — Cormac Mac Carthy fortis me fieri fecit, A.D. 1 446. 

As the kissing of this would be somewhat difficult, the 
candidate for Blarney honors will be glad to know that 
at the summit, and within easy access, is another real 
stone, -bearing the date of 1703. A song published in 
the " Reliques of Father Prout" contains an allusion to 
this marvellous relic : 

" There is a stone there, 
That whoever kisses, 



THE KISS IN HISTORY. 69 

Oh, he never misses 

To grow eloquent. 
'Tis he may clamber 
To a lady's chamber, 
Or become a member 

Of Parliament. 

"A clever spouter 
He'll sure turn out, or 
An out-and-outer, 

To be let alone ! 
Don't hope to hinder him, 
Or to bewilder him ; 
Sure he's a pilgrim 

From the Blarney Stone." 

THE BLARNEY STONE. 
I. 

In Blarney Castle, on a crumbling tower, 

There lies a stone (above your ready reach), 
Which to the lips imparts, 'tis said, the power 

Of facile falsehood and persuasive speech ; 
And hence, of one who talks in such a tone, 
The peasants say, " He's kissed the Blarney Stone." 
11. — 

Thus, when I see some flippant tourist swell 

With secrets wrested from an emperor, 
And hear him vaunt his bravery, and tell 

How once he snubbed a marquis, I infer 
The man came back — if but the truth were known — 
By way of Cork, and kissed the Blarney Stone ! 

hi. 
So, when I hear a shallow dandy boast 

(In the long ear that marks a brother dunce) 



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What precious favors ladies' lips have lost, 

To his advantage, I suspect at once 
The fellow's lying ; that the dog alone 
(Enough for him !) has kissed the Blarney Stone ! 

IV. 

When some fine lady — ready to defame 
An absent beauty, with as sweet a grace — 

With seeming rapture greets a hated name, 
And lauds her rival to her wondering face, 

E'en Charity herself must freely own 

Some women, too, have kissed the Blarney Stone ! 

v. 
When sleek attorneys, whose seductive tongues, 

Smooth with the unction of a golden fee, 
" Breathe forth huge falsehoods from capacious lungs," 

(The words are Juvenal's,) 'tis plain to see 
A lawyer's genius isn't all his own : 
The specious rogue has kissed the Blarney Stone ! 

VI. 

When the false pastor from his fainting flock 

Withholds the Bread of Life, — the Gospel news, — 

To give them dainty words, lest he should shock 
The fragile fabric of the paying pews, 

Who but must feel, the man, to grace unknown, 

Has kissed, — not Calvary, — but the Blarney Stone ? 

Saxe. 

KISSING THE POPE'S TOE. 

Buckle, in his "History of Civilization in England," 
says : 

"Some questions had been raised as to the propriety 
of kissing the Pope's toe, and even theologians had their 



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7i 



doubts touching so singular a ceremony. But this diffi- 
culty has been set at rest by Matthew of Westminster, who 
explains the true origin of this custom. He says that 
formerly it was usual to kiss the hand of his Holiness, 
but that towards the end of the eighth century a certain 
lewd woman, in making an offering to the Pope, not only 
kissed his hand, but also pressed it. The Pope, — his name 
was Leo, — seeing the danger, cut off his hand, and thus 
escaped the contamination to which he had been exposed. 
Since that time, the precaution has been taken of kissing 
the Pope's toe, instead of his hand. And, lest any one 
should doubt the accuracy of this account, the historian 
assures us that the hand, which had been cut off five or 
six hundred years before, still existed in Rome; and was 
indeed a standing miracle, since it was preserved in the 
Lateran in its original state, free from corruption. And, 
as some readers might wish to be informed respecting the 
Lateran itself, where the hand was' kept, this also is con- 
sidered by the historian, in another part of his great work, 
where he traces it back to the Emperor Nero. For it is 
said that this wicked persecutor of the faith on one occa- 
sion vomited a frog covered with blood, which he believed 
to be his own progeny, and, therefore, caused it to be shut 
up in a vault, where it remained hidden for some time. 
Now, in the Latin language latente means hidden, and 
rana means a frog ; so that by putting these two words 
together we have the origin of the Lateran, which, in 
fact, was built where the frog was found." 

Punch, the London Chariyari, who is no respecter of 
persons, and who strikes right and left with unhesitating 
freedom, levelled the following characteristic squib at 
Pius IX. during the famous Gladstone and Manning con- 
troversy : 



72 THE KISS IN HISTORY. 

" DE PROFUNDIS." A NEW VERSION. 

Pity the sorrows of a poor old man, 

Close prisoner kept within the Vatican ; 

What if 'tis a fair palace, if I don't 

Go free abroad — that is because I won't ! 

Dry bread and water, such the prison food ; — 

Unless I choose to order all that's good. 

And then so poor — with Peter's pence in pocket, 

And treasury with friends and foes to stock it. 

Besides, these felon's garments forced to wear, 

Of softest silk and costliest mohair ; 

And forced to brook, by rulers harsh and proud, 

Th' obsequious service of a servile crowd ; 

Crowding my halls, my cruel gaolers see 

Waiting my orders upon bended knee ! 

And last, not least — for the severest blow — 

My visitors are free to come and go, 

To crave my blessing, and to kiss my toe ! 

THE BRONZE STATUE OF ST. PETER. 

In "Pen-Pictures of Europe," Elizabeth Peake says, 
speaking of St. Peter's Church at Rome : 

" l\\ contrast with the beauty and grandeur of the 
interior is the insignificant-looking bronze statue of what 
they call St. Peter, seated in a chair of white marble. 
Some one remarked that it had been in ancient times a 
statue of Jupiter. 'Jupiter,' I exclaimed, 'the Jupiter 
of the old Romans? Never!' While I stood wondering 
at the unaccountable vagaries of mankind in general, and 
of artists in particular, and of the meaning of the word 
taste, several persons passed along and kissed the foot of 
the statue, the toes of which are actually worn away with 
kissing, and the big toe, what is left of it, looks bright as 
gold. 



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73 



" Crowds of people were walking round in the nave, 
looking at the pictures and statues; crowds stood at the 
gate of the chapel, looking in through the gate and rail- 
ing, listening to the music; and all grades filed along by 
the statue of St. Peter, kneeling, then rising and kissing 
his toe. The peasants wiped off the toe with their hands 
or sleeves, and then kissed it ; others carefully wiped it 
with their handkerchiefs both before and after kissing it." 

A KISS FOR A VOTE. 

In a little work published in London in 1758, entitled 
"A New Geographical and Historical Grammar," we find 
the following paragraph concerning bribery and kissing : 

"The ladies may think it a hardship that they are 
neither allowed a place in the Senate nor a voice in the 
choice of what is called the representative of the nation. 
However, their influence appears to be such in many in- 
stances that they have no reason to complain. In bor- 
oughs the candidates are so wise as to apply chiefly to the 
wife.* A certain candidate for a Norfolk borough kissed 
the voters' wives with guineas in his mouth, for which 
he was expelled the House; and for this reason others, 
I suppose, will be more private in their addresses to the 
ladies." 

Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire, gave Steel, the 
butcher, a kiss for his vote nearly a century since ; and 
another equally beautiful woman, Jane, Duchess of Gor- 
don, recruited her regiment in a similar manner. Dun- 
can Mackenzie, a veteran of Waterloo, who died at Elgin, 

* The admirers of Robert Burns will remember the lines : 

" bent on winning borough towns, 

Come shaking hands wi' wabster loons, 
And kissing barefit carlins." 
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Scotland, December, 1866, delighted in relating how he 
kissed the duchess in taking the shilling from between 
her teeth to become one of her regiment, — the Gordon 
1 Highlanders, better known as the Ninety-second. The 
old Scottish veteran of eighty-seven has not left one 
behind him to tell the same tale about kissing the blue- 
eyed duchess in the market-place of Duthill. 

The late Daniel O'Connell hit upon a novel mode of 
securing votes for the candidates he had named at a cer- 
tain election, which test, considering the constitutional 
temperament of his countrymen, is said to have proved 
effectual. He said, in reference to the unfortunate elector 
who should vote against them, "Let no man speak to 
him. Let no woman salute him /" 

FRENCH CHEAPENING AND DEGENERACY. 

Montaigne, speaking of the gradual debasement of the 
custom in France in his time (1533-1592), says : 

"Do but observe how much the form of salutation, par- 
ticular to our nation, has by its facility made kisses, which 
Socrates says are so powerful and dangerous for stealing 
hearts, of no esteem. It is a nauseous and injurious cus- 
tom for ladies, that they must be obliged to lend their lips 
to every fellow that has three footmen at his heels, how 
nasty or deformed soever; and we do not get much by the 
bargain ; for, as the world is divided, for three pretty 
women we must kiss fifty ugly ones, and to a tender 
stomach like those of my age, an ill kiss overpays a good 
one." 

KISSING DANCES. 
A correspondent of "The Spectator" (No. 67, an. 
1 711) having bitterly complained of the lascivious char- 






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75 



acter of the dancing of the period, Budgell, in the course 
of his reply, remarks : 

" 1 must confess I am afraid that my correspondent had 
too much reason to be a little out of humor at the treat- 
ment of his daughter; but I conclude that he would have 
been much more so had he seen one of those kissing 
dances, in which Will Honeycomb assures me they are 
obliged to dwell almost a minute on the fair one's lips, 
or they will be too quick for the music and dance quite 
out of time." 

Long before, Sir John Suckling had said, in his "Ballad 
on a Wedding :" 

"0' th' sudden up they rise and dance; 
Then sit again, and sigh, and glance; 
Then dance again, and kiss." 

While on this subject it may not be amiss to advert to 
a passage in the Symposium, or Banquet, of Xenophon, 
which Burton, in his "Anatomy of Melancholy," quotes 
with his usual gusto : 

"When Xenophon had discoursed of love, and used 
all the engines that might be devised, to move Socrates, 
among the rest, to stir him the more, he shuts up all with 
a pleasant interlude or dance of Dionysius and Ariadne : 
First Ariadne, dressed like a bride, came in and took 
her place; by-and-by Dionysius entered, dancing to the 
music. The spectators did all admire the young man's 
carriage ; and Ariadne herself was so much affected with 
the sight that she could scarce sit. After awhile Dionysius 
beholding Ariadne, and incensed with love, bowing to 
her knees, embraced her first, and kissed her with a grace; 
she embraced him again, and kissed him with like affec- 
tion, as the dance required ; but they that stood by and 
saw this did much applaud and commend them both for 



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it. And when Dionysius rose up, he raised her up with 
him, and many pretty gestures, embraces, kisses, and love- 
compliments passed between them : which when they saw 
fair Bacchus and beautiful Ariadne so sweetly and so un- 
feignedly kissing each other, so really embracing, they 
swore they loved indeed, and were so inflamed with the 
object that they began to rouse up themselves, as if they 
would have flown. At the last, when they saw them still 
so willingly embracing, and now ready to go to the bride- 
chamber, they were so ravished with it that they that were 
unmarried swore they would forthwith marry, and those 
that were married called instantly for their horses, and 
galloped home to their wives.' " 



KISSING HANDS IN AUSTRIA. 

Kissing the hand is a national custom in Austria. A 
gentleman on meeting a lady of his acquaintance, es- 
pecially if she be young and handsome, kisses her hand. 
On parting from her he again kisses her hand. In Vienna, 
a young man who is paying his addresses to a young lady, 
on taking his place at the supper-table around which the 
family are seated, kisses the mother's hand as well as the 
hand of his affianced. It is very common to see a gen- 
tleman kiss a lady's hand on the street on meeting or 
parting. If you give a beggar-woman a few coppers, she 
either kisses your hand, or says, "I kiss your hand." 
The stranger must expect to have his hand kissed not only 
by beggars, but by chambermaids, lackeys, and even by old 
men. Gentlemen kiss the hands of married women as 
well as of those who are single, as it is regarded as an 
ordinary salutation or token of respect. American ladies 
are startled with the first experience of the application of 
this custom \ but they soon submit to it with a good grace. 



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Children, when presented to a stranger, take his hand 
and kiss it, showing that it is a custom to which they are 
educated from their cradles. 



TEMPLAR INTERDICTION. 

In "Ivanhoe" the Grand Master of the Templars is 
made to say : 

" Thou knowest that we were forbidden to receive 

those devout women who at the beginning were asso- 
ciated as sisters of our Order, because, saith the forty- 
sixth chapter, the Ancient Enemy hath by female society 
withdrawn many from the right path to paradise. Nay, 
in the last capital, being, as it were, the cope-stone which 
our blessed founder placed on the pure and undefiled doc- 
trine which he had enjoined, we are prohibited from 
offering even to our sisters and our mothers the kiss of 
affection — tit omnium mulierum fugiantur oscula. I shame 
to speak — I shame to think — of the corruptions which 
have rushed in upon us even like a flood." 

POMPEIAN TOKENS. 
Marc Monnier, in his ''Wonders of Pompeii," says 
that the latest excavations have revealed the existence of 
hanging covered balconies, long exterior corridors, pierced 
with casements frequently depicted in the paintings. 
There the fair Pompeian could have taken her station in 
order to participate in the life outside. The good house- 
wife of those times, like her counterpart in our day, could 
there have held out her basket to the street-merchant who 
went wandering about with his portable shop ; and more 
than one handsome girl may at the same post have carried 
her fingers to her lips, there to cull (the ancient custom) 
the kiss that she flung to the young Pompeian concealed 

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down yonder in the corner of the wall. Thus re-peopled, 
the old-time street, narrow as it is, was gayer than our 
own thoroughfares; and the brightly-painted houses, the 
variegated walls, the monuments, and the fountains gave 
vivid animation to a picture too dazzling for our gaze. 

ARABIAN SALUTATION. 

Eastern salutations take up considerable time. When 
an Arab meets a friend, he begins, while yet some dis- 
tance from him, to make gestures expressive of his very 
great satisfaction in seeing him. When he comes up to 
him, he grasps him by the right hand, and then brings 
back his own hand to his lips, in token of respect. He 
next proceeds to place his hand gently under the long 
beard of the other, and honors it with an affectionate 
kiss! He inquires particularly, again and again, concern- 
ing his health and the health of his family, and repeats, 
over and over, the best wishes for his prosperity, giving 
thanks to God that he is permitted once more to behold 
his face. All this round of gestures and words is, of 
course, gone over by the friend too, with like formality. 
But they are not generally satisfied with a single exchange 
of this sort : they sometimes repeat as often as ten times 
the whole tiresome ceremony, with little or no variation. 

Some such tedious modes of salutation were common, 
also, of old; so that a man might suffer very material 
delay in travelling if he chanced to meet several acquaint- 
ances and should undertake to salute each according to 
the custom of the country. On this account, when Elisha 
sent his servant Gehazi in great haste to the Shunammite's 
house, he said to him, "If thou meet any man, salute 
him not; and if any salute thee, answer him not again." 
(2 Kings iv. . 29.) So, when our Lord sent forth his 
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"salute no man by the way;" meaning that their work 
was too important to allow such a waste of time in the 
exchange of mere unmeaning ceremonies. (Luke x. 4.) 

THE OLD ROMAN CODE. 
This code defined with great accuracy the nature, 
limits, and conditions of the right of kissing, although we 
do not find that property of this nature holds a place 
among the incorporeal hereditaments of our laws. The 
Romans were very strict, and only near blood : relations 
might kiss the women of the family at all. The kiss had 
all the virtue of a bond granted as a seal to the ceremony 
of betrothing, in consequence of the violence done to 
the modesty of the lady by a kiss ! 

WEDDING-CEREMONY IN TURKEY. 

In Turkey, negotiations for marriage are conducted by 
friends or relations, the parties in interest not being 
allowed to see each other. The bargain being concluded 
to their mutual satisfaction, preparations are made for the 
customary festivities. 

About nine or ten o'clock in the evening the nuptial 
knot is tied, — the Imaam, or priest, placing himself in a 
short passage which leads between two rooms, respectively 
occupied. by the bride and bridegroom, who neither see 
each other nor the priest during the ceremony. That 
functionary asks the bride if she will take the man to be 
her husband, whether he be blind, lame, etc. She replies 
yes, three times. 

They are now man and wife, though as yet they have 
not gazed on each other's features. 

After the conclusion of the ceremony the festivities are 
resumed. 



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Meanwhile the bride is escorted by her female friends 
to the bridal chamber, where she is seated on an ottoman 
and left alone. Shortly after, the bridegroom makes his 
appearance. Discovering that his wife is still enveloped 
in her veil, he requests her to throw it aside, so that he 
can feast his eyes upon her beauty. This she coquet- 
tishly declines doing until he has become very earnest in 
his persuasions, when she discloses to him for the first 
time a view of her face. 

After much persuasion on his part, and affected reluc- 
tance on hers, he at length succeeds in kissing her, and 
the curtain drops. 

KISSING IN CHINA. 
An American naval officer, who had spent considerable 
time in China, narrates an amusing experience of the 
ignorance of the Chinese maidens of the custom of kiss- 
ing. Wishing to complete a conquest he had made of a 
young mei jin (beautiful lady), he invited her — using the 
English words — to give him a kiss. Finding her compre- 
hension of his request somewhat obscure, he suited the 
action to the word and took a delicious kiss. The girl 
ran away into another room, thoroughly alarmed, ex- 
claiming, "Terrible man-eater, I shall be devoured." 
But in a moment, finding herself uninjured by the salute, 
she returned to his side, saying, "I would learn more of 
your strange rite. Ke-e-es me." He knew it wasn't 
"right," but he kept on instructing her in the rite of 
"ke-e-es me," until she knew how to do it like a native 
Yankee girl ; and after all that, she suggested a second 
course, by remarking, " Ke-e-es me some more, seen jine 
Mee-lee-kee !" {Anglice — American), and the lesson went 
on until her mamma's voice rudely awakened them from 
their delicious dream. 



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Notwithstanding the alleged infrequency of the custom 
of kissing in the Chinese dominions, we learn, from the 
Chinese poems which have been so happily translated by 
Mr. G. C. Stent, that the people of far Cathay are quite 
as susceptible to the spell of physical beauty as the people 
of other lands, and that they know as well how to sing 
and flatter it. Take the following extract, for example : 
"Bashfully, swimmingly, pleadingly, scoffingly, 
Temptingly, languidly, lovingly, laughingly, 
Witchingly, roguishly, playfully, naughtily, 
Wilfully, waywardly, meltingly, haughtily, 
Gleamed the eyes of Yang-kuei-fei. 
When she smiled, her lips unclosing, 
Two rows of pearly teeth disclosing ; 
Cheeks of alabaster, showing 
The warm red blood beneath them glowing, — 
Peaches longing to be bitten, 
First dew-moistened, then sun-smitten. 
Four lines Li-tai-pai has written 
In more expressive words convey 
What others might in vain essay : 

' Oh for those blushing, dimpled cheeks, 
That match the rose in hue ! 
If one is kissed, the other speaks, 
By blushes, Kiss me too /' ' ' 



NEW YEAR'S DAY IN NEW AMSTERDAM. 

In Diedrich Knickerbocker's veracious history of New 
York, we are told that New Year's day was the favorite 
festival of the renowned governor Peter Stuyvesant, and 
was ushered in by the ringing of bells and firing of guns. 
On that genial day, says Mr. Irving, the fountains of hos- 
pitality were broken up, and the whole community was 

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deluged with cherry brandy, true Hollands, and mulled 
cider; every house was a temple of the jolly god, and 
many a provident vagabond got drunk out of pure 
economy, — taking in liquor enough gratis to serve him 
half a year afterwards. 

The great assemblage, however, was at the governor's 
house, whither repaired all the burghers of New Amster- 
dam, with their wives and daughters, pranked out in their 
best attire. On this occasion the good Peter was de- 
voutly observant of the pious Dutch rite of kissing the 
women-kind for a Happy New Year; and it is traditional 
that Antony the Trumpeter, who acted as gentleman 
usher, took toll of all who were young and handsome, 
as they passed through the antechamber. This venera- 
ble custom, thus happily introduced, was followed with 
such zeal by high and low that on New Year's day, dur- 
ing the reign of Peter Stuyvesant, New Amsterdam was 
the most thoroughly be-kissed community in all Christen- 
dom. 

The Trumpeter referred to by the humorous historian 
was Van Corlear, of whom, on the eve of a famous Dutch 
military campaign, it is said: 

" It was a moving sight to see the buxom lasses, how they 
hung about the doughty Antony Van Corlear, — for he was 
a jolly, rosy-faced, lusty bachelor, fond of his joke, and 
withal a desperate rogue among the women. Fain would 
they have kept him to comfort them while the army was 
away ; for, besides what I have said of him, it is no more 
than justice to add that he was a kind-hearted soul, noted 
for his benevolent attentions in comforting disconsolate 
wives during the absence of their husbands ; and this made 
him to be very much regarded by the honest burghers of 
the city. But nothing could keep the valiant Antony 
from following the heels of the old governor, whom he 



THE KISS IN HISTORY. 83 

loved as he did his very soul ; so, embracing all the 
young vrouws, and giving every one of them that had 
good teeth and rosy lips a dozen hearty smacks, he 
departed, loaded with their kind wishes." 

Before leaving this lusty bachelor, who was such a 
" prodigious favorite" with the women, it may be noted 
that he is said to have, been the first to collect that famous 
toll levied on the fair sex at Kissing Bridge, on the high- 
way, to Hellgate. The bridge referred to by Diedrich 
still exists, but the toll is seldom collected nowadays, 
except on sleighing-parties, by the descendants of the 
patriarchs, who still preserve the traditions of the city. 

KISS-ME-QUICK. 

Bartlett, in his ''Dictionary of Americanisms," tells 
us that the " Kiss-Me-Quick" is a home-made, quilted 
bonnet, which does not extend beyond the face. It is 
chiefly used to cover the head by ladies when going to 
parties or to the theatre. Sam Slick says, in "Human 
Nature:" 

"She holds out with each hand a portion of her silk 
dress, as if she was walking a minuet, and it discloses a 
snow-white petticoat. Her step is short and mincing, 
and she wears a new bonnet called a kiss-me-quick" 

HUSKING-FROLICS. 
That early American poet, Joel Barlow, in his famous 
poem, "The Hasty Pudding," thus pleasantly refers to 
the New England husking bees : 

"For now, the corn-house filled, the harvest home, 
The invited neighbors to the husking come ; 
A frolic scene, where work, and mirth, and play 
Unite their charms to chase the hours away. 



84 THE KISS IN HISTORY. 

Where the huge heap lies centred in the hall, 

The lamp suspended from the cheerful wall, 

Brown, corn-fed nymphs, and strong, hard-handed 

beaux, 
Alternate ranged, extend in circling rows, 
Assume their seats, the solid mass attack ; 
The dry husks rustle, and the corn-cobs crack ; 
The song, the laugh, alternate notes resound, 
And the sweet cider trips in silence round. 
The laws of husking every wight can tell, 
And sure no laws he ever keeps so well : 
For each red ear a general kiss he gains, 
With each smut ear he smuts the luckless swains ; 
But when to some sweet maid a prize is cast, 
Red as her lips, and taper as her waist, 
She walks the round and culls one favored beau, 
Who leaps the luscious tribute to bestow. 
Various the sports, as are the wits and brains 
Of well-pleased lasses and contending swains ; 
Till the vast mound of corn is swept away, 
And he that gets the last ear wins the day." 



TAKING TOLL AT THE BRIDGE. 

The old custom of " taking toll" has been humorously 
commemorated by the Belgian artist Dillens, in a painting 
of singular beauty. It was exhibited at the Paris Interna- 
tional Exhibition in 1855, and purchased by the late Em- 
peror of the French. The scene is in Zealand. A quiet 
summer evening invites the peasantry of the country to a 
stroll. Three couples, habited in Sunday or holiday cos- 
tume, have in their walks reached a bridge. Whether or 
not it is a legal exaction that a toll must be enforced there, 
is little to the purpose, but one of a peculiar character is 



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85 



demanded, and is most willingly paid by the first pair 
who reach the spot: the buxom maiden, whose pleasant 
upturned face shows she has no reluctance to submit to 
the agreeable extortion, is quite as ready to pay the toll 
as her lover is to take it. Of course the example will 
be followed by their companions behind, though the two 
young men pretend to be quite unconscious of what is 
going on, and one of the females affects a look of sur- 
prise. 

A BRAVE ICELAND GIRL. 

Mr. Waller, in his interesting account of a visit to 
Iceland in 1872, gives us a very clear idea of some of the 
customs of the people, whom he found inconveniently 
hospitable. Among other incidents, he relates the follow- 
ing instance of native kindness and feminine courage: 

"In the morning I made a small study, and, after a 
very tolerable meal and many good wishes, we rode off. 
All went well until we came to the river Markafljot, which 
happened to be very much flooded. Not liking to attempt 
to swim under the circumstances, we rode on down the 
bank for some miles, and fortunately found a house. 

"Knocking at the* door, we asked, 'Is the river very 
deep?' 

" 'Very,' said a voice from the inside. 

" ' Is there a man who will show us a ford?' we asked 
again. 

" ' No,' was the reply; 'both Jan and Olave are up in 
the mountains; but one of the girls will do quite as well. 
Here, Thora, go and show the Englishmen the way.' 

"Immediately an exceedingly handsome young woman 
ran out, and, nodding kindly to me, went around to the 
back of the house, caught a pony, put a bridle on it, and, 
not taking the trouble to fetch a saddle, vaulted on his 

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86 THE KISS IN HISTORY. 

bare back, and, sitting astride, drove her heels into its 
sides and galloped off down the river-bank as hard as she 
could go, shouting for us to follow. 

"We became naturally rather excited at such a display 
of dash on the part of such a pretty girl, and started off 
immediately in chase. But, though we did our utmost to 
catch her, she increased her distance hand over hand. 
There was no doubt about it, — she had as much courage 
as ever we could boast of, and in point of horsemanship 
was a hundred yards ahead of either of us. 

"Ftfr about half a mile we rattled along, when sud- 
denly she pulled up short on a sand-bank. 

"'You can cross here,' she said, ' but you must be 
careful. Make straight for that rock right over there, and 
when you have reached it you will be able to see the cairn 
of stones we built to show the landing-place.' 

" ' All right,' I said. < Good-by.' 

"She looked puzzled for a moment, and then said, ' I'll 
come through with you: it will be safer.' 

" ' Good gracious, Bjarni, don't let her come !' I said : 
'she is sure to be drowned, and I can't get her out with 
all those wet clothes on. Tell her to go back.' 

"But before I was half-way through the sentence, she 
had urged her horse into the water, and. in a moment was 
twenty yards into the river. Of course we followed as 
quickly as possible, and after a great deal of splashing 
reached the middle of the flood. ' Now,' she said, 
bringing her horse up abreast with mine, and pointing 
with her whip, 'there's the mark.' The water was run- 
ning level with the horses' withers, and it was only by 
lifting their heads very high that they could keep their 
noses clear. 

" ' Good-by,' she said ; ' God bless you,' and, before I 
was quite aware of it, kissed me on the cheek. 



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87 



"I was about to return the compliment, but she was 
gone ; and, a few minutes after, we saw her, a mere speck 
in the distance, galloping over the plain. 

"Kissing in Iceland is a custom similar to shaking 
hands here. I would have expected it in ordinary situ- 
ations, but a kiss in the midst of boundless waters was, to 
say the least of it, strange. It was certainly the wettest 
one I ever had in my life." 

PARAGUAYAN COMPULSION. 
"Everybody in Paraguay smokes," says a South Amer- 
ican traveler, " and every female above the age of thirteen 
chews. I am wrong. They do not chew, but put to- 
bacco in their mouths, keep it there constantly, except 
when eating, and, instead of chewing it, roll it about 
and suck it. Imagine yourself about to salute the red 
lips of a magnificent little Hebe, arrayed with satin and 
flashing with diamonds, as she puts you back with one 
delicate hand, while with the other she draws forth from 
her mouth a brownish-black roll of tobacco quite two 
inches long, looking like a monster grub, and then, de- 
positing the savory lozenge on the brim of your som- 
brero, puts up her face and is ready for a salute. I have 
sometimes seen an over-delicate foreigner turn away with a 
shudder of loathing under such circumstance-, and get the 
epithet of 'the savage !' applied to him by the offended 
beauty for his sensitive squeamishness. However, one 
soon gets used to this in Paraguay, where you are, per- 
force of custom, obliged to kiss every lady you are intro- 
duced to, and one-half you meet are really tempting 
enough to render you regardless of the consequences, and 
you would sip the dew of the proffered lip in the face of 
a tbbacco-factory, — even in the double-distilled honey- 
dew of Old Virginia." 



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A NEW YORK DRUMMER'S PREDICAMENT. 

At Big Creek, Arkansas, they have a peculiar fashion, 
which sometimes proves embarrassing. As there is no 
preacher within thirty miles, the way for marrying is by 
kissing across a table. Recently, a New York drummer 
who was there on business put up at a private house, and 
became quite intimate with the inmates. One evening he 
was fooling around one of the girls, and trying the sweet- 
ness of her temper, when she gave his whiskers a pull and 
ran. He followed. She got the table between them. 
He chased her around it several times. When out of 
breath, he stopped on the other side, and, making a wild 
plunge, caught her in his arms and gave her a hearty 
kiss. She then sat down on the sofa, and they talked 
pleasantly for a couple of hours, — he thinking it singular 
that she should sit up so late. 

At last she said, "Don't you think it's about time we 
went to bed?" 

"I guess you are right," he remarked; "let's go." 

She lit a candle, and he was about to do the same, 
when she said, " I reckon one's enough. One candle will 
light two folks to bed." 

" Undoubtedly it would, when those two people occupy 
the same room-. But your candle won't illuminate my 
chamber. ' ' 

"Ain't we going to occupy the same room? Ain't we 
married?" 

"Ain't we what?" shouted the gentleman. 

" Married ! Didn't you kiss me across the table? 
That married us." 

A cold sweat spread over the drummer. He saw in an 
instant that if he said he wasn't married to her she would 
make an outcry, and then her loving and much-tobacco- 



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consuming father would arise in his wrath and carve him 
into cutlets, and her brothers would bring down their 
shot-guns and empty the contents into him. He must be 
strategic. He must put her off. So he said : 

"Fairest of your sex, permit me to remark that I did 
not know that kissing across the table constituted a mar- 
riage-ceremony. But I am content. I have never seen 
one who so completely filled my idea of a beautiful, sweet, 
loving, and modest woman. However, I would never 
think of holding you* to this marriage until I had asked 
the permission of your father to pay my addresses to you. 
To-morrow, at dinner, when the entire family are present, 
I will propose for your fair hand." 

This satisfied the lady, and, after bestowing upon him 
a fervent kiss, she went to her room, and he went to his. 
He packed his carpet-bag, took off his boots, and made 
tracks for the nearest railroad-station. He didn't feel 
entirely safe until he had reached St. Louis. He hasn't 
informed his wife of this little adventure. He's afraid 
she might write out to Arkansas for the facts in the case, 
and then he might get arrested for bigamy. Women 
sometimes won't listen to reason, you know. 



A DANGEROUS GAME. 

'• Drop the handkerchief" is a dangerous game. Des- 
demona dropped her handkerchief, and it cost her her 
life. Handkerchiefs have played a great deal of mischief. 
A handkerchief ruptured a Baptist church in Dedham, 
Mass. There was a church sociable in the chapel, and 
they ■• played plays," and "drop the handkerchief" was 
one of the plays. We don't remember just how it's done, 
but they stand in a circle, promiscuously, and a lady, 
taking a handkerchief, walks around on the outside of the 

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circle and drops the handkerchief behind one of the male 
persuasion, and he runs after her, or he don't — we forget 
which — but, any way, if he catches her, or if he don't — 
we forget which — he can kiss her. There is kissing about 
it, any way, whether he catches her or not, for " drop the 
handkerchief" would be no play with kissing left out. 
And "drop the handkerchief" is a real play, and when 
grown-up people play, kissing is the main part. So we 
know there is kissing in it; and the account of this Ded- 
ham affair says "the game involves kissing," to which 
the Rev. Mr. Foster, pastor, took exception, and he de- 
clared "right out loud" that the "church was built for a 
house of God, and not for kissing-parties." And one of 
the young men who was "involved" in the kissing-party 
even threatened to smite the parson, and the account says 
"the pleasure of the evening was destroyed," and the 
Rev. Mr. Foster resigned his charge. 



A QUESTION OF TASTE. 

The Dunkards, at their national convention at Girard, 
111., discussed whether white members were bound to 
salute colored ones with the holy kiss. After mature de- 
liberation, it was decided to be a matter of taste merely, 
and that, while those who chose to indulge in universal 
osculation, irrespective of race or color, should have full 
liberty to do so, no member should feel himself obliged 
to follow such example. The decision doubtless, it is said, 
lightened many anxious hearts. The Dunkards, or Ger- 
man Baptists, wear broad-brimmed hats, and fasten their 
shad-belly coats close up to the throat ; wear no neck-ties, 
and never waste time in blacking their boots ; consider 
buttons too much like jewelry, and tie up their clothes 
with strings ; live frugally, and eschew cakes and sweets ; 



THE KISS IN HISTORY. i 

work much, and spend little ; never are wealthy, and vet 
have no poor among them ; kiss promiscuously in public, 
and have no jealousies; never give the first word, and 
never answer back ; regard ancient customs, and disregard 
the new; never hold office, and never take contracts. 



THE LATTER-DAY KISS OF PEACE. 

The members of the United Brethren Church, or 
" Church of God," in Pennsylvania, observe the sacra- 
ment of feet-washing inculcated in the thirteenth chapter 
of St. John's Gospel. The ceremony is thus described 
by a Pittsburg reporter : 

"The front seats were entirely filled by men and 
women who desired to take part in the ceremony. The 
females, however, largely preponderated, and of both 
sexes there were probably twenty-five or thirty. The 
pastor partially filled two basins with water. The feet- 
washing was done by a man and woman, each of whom 
wore an apron in imitation of the girdle worn by Christ, 
and each, taking up a basin of water, washed one by one 
the feet of those of their own sex, the shoes and stockings 
as a matter of course having been taken off. Both feet were 
placed in the basin, and upon being taken out were wiped 
with the apron worn by the washer, whereupon the one 
performing the ceremony and the one submitting to it 
shook hands and kissed each other, there being no dis- 
tinction at all made in the matter of sex, the men kissing 
each other as well as the women. While this peculiar 
ordinance was being attended to, the audience manifested 
the most eager and intense interest. People crowded 
forward in the aisles to get a good look at it, and so great 
was the curiosity of those occupying the back seats that 
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a better view. During the performance of the ceremony 
the congregation sang, with unusual vigor, — 
" ' This is the way I long have sought, 
And mourned because I found it not.' " 

NATIONAL DIFFERENCES. 

An eminent English authoress was leaving an afternoon 
concert in London, when two old ladies from the country, 
finding that she was the writer of books that had delighted 
them, rushed up to her and begged permission to kiss her 
hand. The authoress blushed deeply, and began tugging 
at her tight-fitting glove. The glove was only withdrawn 
after a minute or two of effort, causing much embarrass- 
ment to the modest authoress. A French gentleman, who 
had witnessed the proceeding, remarked that if it had been 
George Sand she would instantly have thrown her arms 
around the old women and kissed each on both cheeks. 

DETECTIVE UTILITY. 

Some ungallant writers assert that in the desire of the 
ancients to test the sobriety of their wives and daughters, 
who it seems were apt to make too free with the juice of 
the grape, notwithstanding a prohibition to the contrary, 
originated a practice reprobated by Socrates the philoso- 
pher, Cato the elder, and Ambrose the saint, and lauded 
by lyrists and lovers from the beginning of time. The 
refinement of manners among the classic dames and dam- 
sels before mentioned was probably pretty much upon a 
par with that depicted in the "Beggars' Opera," when 
Macheath exclaims, after saluting Jenny Diver, "One 
may know by your kiss that your gin is excellent." 



THE KISS IN POETRY. 



SONNET UPON A STOLEN KISS. 
Now gentle Sleep hath closed up those eyes 

Which, waking, kept my boldest thoughts in awe; 
And free access unto that sweet lip lies, 

From whence I long the rosy breath to draw. 
Methinks no wrong it were if I should steal, 

From those two melting rubies, one poor kiss ; 
None sees the theft that would the theft reveal, 

Nor rob I her of aught that she can miss : 
Nay, should I twenty kisses take away, 

There would be little sign I would do so ; 
Why then should I this robbery delay ? 

Oh ! she may wake, and therewith angry grow ! 
Well, if she do, I'll back restore that one, 
And twenty hundred thousand more for loan. 

George Wither 

THE KISS— A DIALOGUE. 

i. Among thy fancies, tell me this: 
What is the thing we call a kiss ? 
2. I shall resolve ye what it is : 

It is a creature born and bred 
Between the lips, all cherry red ; 
By love and warm desires fed ; 
Chor. And makes more soft the bridal bed. 

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THE KISS IN POETRY. 

It is an active flame that flies 
First to the babies of the eyes, 
And charms them there with lullabies ; 
Chor. And stills the bride too when she cries : 

Then to the chin, the cheek, the ear, 
It frisks, and flies, — now here, now there ; 
'Tis now far off, and then 'tis near; 
Chor. And here, and there, and everywhere. 

i. Has it a speaking virtue? — 2. Yes. 
1. How speaks it, say? — 2. Do you but this, 
Part your joined lips, then speaks your kiss ; 
Chor. And this love's sweetest language is. 

1. Has it a body? — 2. Ay, and wings, 
With thousand rare encolorings; 
And as it flies, it gently sings, 
Chor. Love honey yields, but never stings. 

Robert Herrick. 

THE SIRENS' SONG. 
Steer hither, steer your winged pines, 

All beaten mariners : 
Here lie undiscovered mines 

A prey to passengers ; 
Perfumes far sweeter than the best 
Which make the phcenix urn and nest ; 

Fear not your ships, 
Nor any to oppose you save our lips ; 

But come on shore, 
Where no joy dies till love hath gotten more. 

For swelling waves, our panting breasts, 

Where never storms arise, 
Exchange ; and be awhile our guests ; 

For stars, gaze on our eyes ; 



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The compass, Love shall hourly sing, 

And, as he goes about the ring, 

We will not miss 
To tell each point he nameth with a kiss. 

BROWNE : Inner Temple Masque. 

THE KISS. 
Oh that a joy so soon should waste ! 

Or so sweet a bliss 

As a kiss 
Might not forever last ! 
So sugared, so melting, so soft, so delicious, 

The dew that lies on roses, 

When the morn herself discloses, 
Is not so precious. 
Oh, rather than I would it smother, 
Were I to taste such another, 

It should be my wishing 

That I might die kissing. 

Ben Jonson. 

Thou more than most sweet glove, 
Unto my more sweet love, 
Suffer me to store with kisses 
This empty lodging that now misses 
The pure rosy hand that wore thee, 
Whiter than the kid that bore thee. 
Thou art soft, but that was softer ; 
Cupid's self hath kissed it ofter 
Than e'er he did his mother's doves, 
Supposing her the queen of loves, 
That was thy mistress, 
Best of gloves. 

Ben Jonson. 



9 6 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

TO CHARIS. 
[Begging another kiss, on condition of mending the former.] 

For Love's sake,, kiss me once again ; 
I long, and should not beg in vain ; 

Here's none to spy or see : 
Why do you doubt or stay ? 

I'll taste as lightly as the bee, 
That doth but touch his flower and flies away. 

Once more, and, faith, I will be gone : 
Can he that loves ask less than one ? 

Nay, you may err in this, 
And all your bounty wrong : 

This could be called but half a kiss ; 
What we've but once to do, we should do long. 

I will but mend the last, and tell 
Where, how, it would have relished well ; 

Join lip to lip, and try; 
Each suck the other's breath, 

And, whilst our tongues perplexed lie, 
Let who will think us dead, or wish our death. 

Ben Jonson. 

* THE PARTING KISS. 

One kind kiss before we part, 
Drop a tear, and bid adieu : 

Though we sever, my fond heart, 
Till we meet, shall pant for you. 

Yet, yet weep not so, my love, 
Let me kiss that falling tear : 

Though my body must remove, 
All my soul will still be here. 



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THE KISS IN POETRY. 

All my soul, and all my heart, 

And every wish shall pant for you ; 

One kind kiss, then, ere we part, 
Drop a tear, and bid adieu. 

Dodsley. 



YIELDING TO TEMPTATION. 
What a rout do you make for a single sweet kiss ! 

I seized it, 'tis true, and I ne'er shall repent it. 
May he ne'er enjoy one who shall think 'twas amiss; 

But for me, I thank dear Cytherea who sent it. 

You may pout, and look prettily cross ; but, I pray, 
What business so near to my lips had your cheek? 

If you will put temptation so pat in one's way, 

Saints, resist if you can ; but for me, I'm too weak. 

But come, dearest Delia, our quarrel let's end ; 

Nor will I by force, what you gave not, retain. 
By allowing the kiss I'm forever your friend ; 

If you say that I stole it, — why, take it again. 

Horace Walpole. 

INES SENT A KISS TO ME. 
[From the Spanish of Silvestre.] 

Ines sent a kiss to me, 

While we danced upon the green : 
Let that kiss a blessing be, 

And conceal no woes unseen. 

How I dared I know not now, — 
While we danced, I gently said, 
Smiling, "Give me, lovely maid, 

Give me one sweet kiss !" — when, lo ! 

Gathering blushes robed her brow, 
And, with love and fear afraid, 
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Thus she spoke : "I'll send the kiss 
In a calmer day of bliss." 
Then I cried, " Dear maid ! what day- 
Can be half so sweet as this ? 
Throw not hopes and joys away ; 

Send, oh, send the promised kiss ! 
Can so bright a gift be mine, 

Bought without a pang of pain? 
'Tis perchance a ray divine, 

Darker night to bring again. 
" Could I dwell on such a thought, 

I of very joy should die ; 
Naught of earth's enjoyments, naught, 

Could be like that ecstasy. 
I will pay her interest meet, 

When her lips shall breathe on me, 
And for every kiss so sweet 

Give her many more than three." 

THE WANDERING KNIGHT'S SONG. 

[From the Spanish.] 

My ornaments are arms, 

My pastime is in war, 
My bed is cold upon the wold, 

My lamp yon star. 
My journeyings are long, 

My slumbers short and broken ; 
From hill to hill I wander still, 

Kissing thy token. 
I ride from land to land, 

I sail from sea to sea : 
Some day more kind I fate may find, 

Some night kiss thee ! 



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THE COCK AND THE FOX. 
[From the Fables of La Fontaine.] 

Upon a tree there mounted guard 

A veteran cock, adroit and cunning; 

When to the roots a fox up running 
Spoke thus, in tones of kind regard: 
" Our quarrel, brother, 's at an end ; 
Henceforth I hope to live your friend ; 

For peace now reigns 

Throughout the animals' domains. 
I bear the news. Come«down, I pray, 

And give me the embrace fraternal ; 
And please, my brother, don't delay: 

So much the tidings do concern all, 
That I must spread them far to-day. 
Now you and yours can take your walks 
Without a fear or thought of hawks ; 
And should you clash with them or others, 
In us you'll find the best of brothers ; — 

For which you may, this joyful night, 

Your merry bonfires light. 

But, first, let's seal the bliss 

With one fraternal kiss." 
" Good friend," the cock replied, "upon my word, 
A better thing I never heard ; 

And doubly I rejoice 

To hear it from your voice : 
And, really, there must be something in it, 
For yonder come two greyhounds, who, I flatter 
Myself, are couriers on this very matter ; 
They come so fast, they'll be here in a minute. 
I'll down, and all of us will seal the blessing 
With general kissing and caressing." 



THE KISS IN POETRY. 

"Adieu," said fox; "my errand's pressing; 

I'll Jiurry on my way, 

And we'll rejoice some other day." 
So off the fellow scampered, quick and light, 
To gain the fox-holes of a neighboring height, - 
Less happy in his stratagem than flight. 

The cock laughed sweetly in his sleeve ;— 

'Tis doubly sweet deceiver to deceive. 



ANACREONTIC. 
[From the French of Menage.] 

As, dancing o'er the enamelled plain, 
The floweret of the virgin train, 
My soul's Corinna, lightly played, 
Young Cupid saw the graceful maid ; 
He saw, and in a moment flew, 
And round her neck his arms he threw, 
And said, with smiles of infant joy, 
" Oh ! kiss me, mother, kiss thy boy !" 
Unconscious of a mother's name, 
The modest virgin blushed with shame ; 
And, angry Cupid scarce believing 
That vision could be so deceiving, 
Thus to mistake his Cyprian dame, 
The little infant blushed with shame. 
"Be not ashamed, my boy," I cried, 
For I was lingering by his side ; 
■" Corinna and thy lovely mother, 
Believe me, are so like each other 
That clearest eyes are oft betrayed, 
And take thy Venus for the maid." 



THE KISS IN POETRY. IO i 

THE LANDLADY'S DAUGHTER. 
[From the German of Uhland.] 

There came three students over the Rhine : 
Dame Werter's house they entered in : 
" Dame Werter, hast thou good beer and wine 
And where's that lovely daughter of thine?" 

" My beer and my wine are fresh and clear, 

My daughter is lying cold on her bier." 

They stepped within the chamber of rest, 

Where shrined lay the maiden, in black robes dressed. 

The first he drew from her face the veil : 
"Ah! wert thou alive, thou maiden so pale," 
He said, as he gazed with saddened brow, 
" How dearly would I love thee now !" 

The second he covered the face anew, 
And, weeping, he turned aside from the view: 
" Ah me, that thou liest on the cold bier, 
The one I have loved for so many a year ! ' ' 

The third once more uplifted the veil : 
He kissed the lips so deadly pale : 
"Thee loved I ever, still love I thee, 
And thee will I love through eternity." 

And that kiss — that kiss — with Promethean flame 
Thrilled with new life the quivering frame ; 
And the maid uprose, and stood by his side, 
That student's own loved and loving bride ! 



BLOOMING NELLY. 
On a bank of flowers, in a summer day, 
For summer lightly drest, 
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102 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

The youthful, blooming Nelly lay, 

With love and sleep opprest ; 
When Willie, wandering through the wood, 

Who for her favor oft had sued, 
He gazed, he wished, he feared, he blushed, 

And trembled where he stood. 

Her closed eyes, like weapons sheathed, 

Were sealed in soft repose ; 
Her lip, still as she fragrant breathed, 

It richer dyed the rose. 
The springing lilies sweetly prest, 

Wild-wanton, kissed her rival breast: 
He gazed, he wished, he feared, he blushed, 

His bosom ill at rest. 

Her robes, light-waving in the breeze, 

Her tender limbs embrace, 
Her lovely form, her native ease, 

All harmony and grace : 
Tumultuous tides his pulses roll, 

A faltering, ardent kiss he stole : 
He gazed, he wished, he feared, he blushed, 

And sighed his very soul. 

As flies the partridge from the brake 

On fear-inspired wings, 
So Nelly, starting, half awake, 

Away affrighted springs: 
But Willie followed, — as he should ; 

He overtook her in the wood : 
He vowed, he prayed, he found the maid 

Forgiving all and good. 

Burns. 



THE KISS IN POETRY. 

BONNIE PEGGY ALISON. 
CHORUS. 
I'll kiss thee yet, yet, 

And I'll kiss thee o'er again, 
And I'll kiss thee yet, yet, 

My bonnie Peggy Alison ! 

Ilk care and fear, when thou art near, 

I ever mair defy them, O ! 
Young kings upon their hansel throne 

Are no sae blest as I am, O ! 

When in my arms, wi' a' thy charms, 
I clasp my countless treasure, O ! 

I seek nae mair o' heaven to share 
Than sic a moment's pleasure, O ! 

And by thy een, sae bonnie blue, 
I swear I'm thine forever, O ! 

And on thy lips I seal my vow, 
And break it shall I never, O ! 

Burns. 

DINNA KISS AFORE FOLK. 
[An old Scotch song.] 
Behave yoursel'' afore folk, 
And dinna be sae rude to me 
As kiss me sae afore folk. 

It's no through hatred o' a kiss 
That I sae plainly tell you this ; 
But ah ! I tak' it sae amiss 

To be sae teased afore folk. 

Behave yoursel' afore folk ; 

When we're alane, ye may tak' ane, 

But ne'er a ane afore folk. 



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104 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

Ye tell me that my face is fair ; 
It may be sae, — I dinna care, — 

But ne'er again gar 't blush sae sair 

As ye hae dune afore folk. 
Ye tell me that my lips are sweet : 
Sic tales, I doubt, are a deceit ; 
At any rate, it's hardly meet 

To pree their sweets afore folk. 

But, gin you really do insist 
That I should suffer to be kissed, 
Gae get a license frae the priest, 

And.mak' me yours afore folk; , 

Behave yourself afore folk, 
And when we're ane, baith flesh and bane, 

Ye may tak' ten afore folk. 

DON JUAN AND HAIDEE. 
They looked up to the sky, whose floating glow 

Spread like a rosy ocean, vast and bright ; 
They gazed upon the glittering sea below, 

Whence the broad moon rose circling into sight ; 
They heard the waves splash, and the wind so low, 

And saw each other's dark eyes darting light 
Into each other — and, beholding this, 
Their lips drew near, and clung into a kiss ; 

A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love, 
And beauty, all concentrating like rays 

Into one focus, kindled from above ; 
Such kisses as belong to early days, 

When heart, and soul, and sense, in concert move, 
And the blood's lava, and the pulse a blaze, 

Each kiss a heart-quake, — for a kiss's strength, 

I think, it must be reckoned by its length. 



THE KISS IN POETRY. 105 

By length I mean duration ; theirs endured 

Heaven knows how long — no doubt they never reck- 
oned ; 

And if they had, they could not have secured 
The sum of their sensations to a second : . 

They had not spoken; but they felt allured, 
As if their souls and lips each other beckoned, 

Which being joined, like swarming bees they clung — 

Their hearts the flowers from whence the honey sprung. 

Byron. 

THE FIRST KISS OF LOVE. 
Away with your fictions of flimsy romance, 

Those tissues of falsehood which folly has wove ! 
Give me the mild beam of the soul-breathing glance, 

Or the rapture that dwells on the first kiss of love ! 

Ye rhymers, whose bosoms with phantasy glow, 
Whose pastoral passions are made for the grove, 

From what blest inspiration your sonnets would flow, 
Could you ever have tasted the first kiss of love ! 

If Apollo should e'er his assistance refuse, 

Or the Nine be disposed from your service to rove, 

Invoke them no more ; bid adieu to the muse, 
And try the effect of the first kiss of love. 

I hate you, ye cold compositions of art ; 

Though prudes may condemn me, and bigots reprove, 
I court the effusions that spring from the heart 

Which throbs with delight at the first kiss of love. 

Your shepherds, your flocks, those fantastical themes, 
Perhaps may amuse, yet they never can move : 

Arcadia displays but a region of dreams : 

What are visions like these to the first kiss of love ? 

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106 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

Oh ! cease to affirm that man, since his birth, 

From Adam till now, has with wretchedness strove : 

Some portion of Paradise still is on earth, 
And Eden revives in the first kiss of love. 

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past,- 
For years fleet away with the wings of the dove, — 

The dearest remembrance will still be the last, 
Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love. 

, Jt Byron. 

TEACHER AND PUPIL. 
Give me, my love, that billing kiss 

I taught you one delicious night, 
When, turning epicures in bliss, 

We tried inventions of delight. 

Come, gently steal my lips along, 
And let your lips in murmurs move ; 

Ah, no ! — again — that kiss was wrong: 
How can you be so dull, my love ? 

" Cease, cease !" the blushing girl replied, — 
And in her milky arms she caught me ; 

" How can you thus your pupil chide ? 

You know 'twas in the dark you taught me!" 
, 0l Moore. 

THINE AT LAST. 
Grow to my lip, thou sacred kiss, 

On which my soul's beloved swore 
That there should come a time of bliss 

When she would mock my hopes no more ; 
And fancy shall thy glow renew, 

In sighs at morn, and dreams at night, 
And none shall steal thy holy dew 

Till thou'rt absolved by rapture's rite. 



THE KISS IN POETRY. 107 

Sweet hours that are to make me blest, 
Oh ! fly, like breezes, to the goal, 
And let my love, my more than soul, 

Come panting to this fevered breast ; 

And while in every glance I drink 
The rich o'erflowings of her mind, 

Oh ! let her all impassioned sink, 
In sweet abandonment resigned, 

Blushing for all our struggles past, 

And murmuring, "lam thine at last !" 

Moore. 

JULIA'S KISS. 
When infant Bliss in roses slept, 
Cupid upon his slumber crept, 
And, while a balmy sigh he stole, 
Exhaling from the infant's soul, 
He smiling said, "With this, with this 
I'll scent my Julia's burning kiss !" 

Nay, more : he stole to Venus' bed, 
Ere yet the sanguine flush had fled 
Which Love's divinest, dearest flame 
Had kindled through her panting frame. 
Her soul still dwelt on memory's themes, 
Still floated in voluptuous dreams ; 
And every joy she felt before 
In slumber now was acting o'er. 
From her ripe lips, which seemed to thrill 
As in the war of kisses still, 
And amorous to each other clung, 
He stole the dew that trembling hung, 
And smiling said, "With this, with this 
I'll bathe my Julia's burning kiss !" 

Moore. 



108 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

TO A LADY ON HER TRANSLATION OF VOITURE'S 
" KISS." 

" Mon arae sur ma levre etait lors tout entiere, 
Pour savourer le miel qui sur la votre etait ; 
Mais en me retirant, elle resta derriere, 
Tant de ce doux plaisir l'amorce l'arretoit !" 

VOITQRE. 

How heavenly was the poet's doom, 
To breathe his spirit through a kiss, 

And lose within so sweet a tomb 
The trembling messenger of bliss ! 

And, ah ! his soul returned to feel 
That it again could ravished be ; 

For in the kiss that thou didst steal, 
His life and soul have fled to thee ! 

Moore. 

THE KISS. 
One kiss, dear maid, I said, and sighed ; 
Your scorn the little boon denied. 
Ah, why refuse the blameless bliss? 
Can danger lurk within a kiss ? 
Yon viewless wanderer of the vale, 
The spirit of the western gale, 
At morning's break, at evening's close. 
Inhales the sweetness of the rose, 
And hovers o'er th' uninjured bloom, 
Sighing back the soft perfume. 
Her nectar-breathing kisses fling 
Vigor to the zephyr's wing, 
And' she the glitter of the dew 
Scatters on the rose's hue. 
Bashful, 16 ! she bends her head, 
And darts a blush of deeper red. 



THE KISS IN POETRY. 

Too well those lovely lips disclose 

The triumphs of the opening rose: 

O fair ! O graceful ! bid them prove 

As passive to the breath of love ! 

In tender accents, faint and low, 

Well pleased I hear the whispered " No !" 

The whispered " No !" how little meant, 

Sweet falsehood that endears consent ! 

For on those lovely lips the while 

Dawns the soft relenting smile, 

And tempts, with feigned dissuasive coy, 

The gentle violence of the joy. 

Coleridge. 

TO A CHILD EMBRACING HIS MOTHER. 

Love thy mother, little one ! 

Kiss and clasp her neck again : 
Hereafter she may have a son 

Will kiss and clasp her neck in vain. 
Love thy mother, little one ! 

Gaze upon her living eyes, 

And mirror back her love- for thee : 
Hereafter thou mayst shudder sighs 

To meet them when they cannot see. 
Gaze upon her living eyes ! 

Press her lips the while they glow 
With love that they have often told: 

Hereafter thou mayst press in woe 

And kiss them till thine own are cold. 

Press her lips the while they glow ! 

Oh, revere her raven hair ! 

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Too early death, led on by care, 

May snatch save one dear lock away. 
Oh, revere her raven hair ! 

Pray for her at eve and morn, 

That Heaven may long the stroke defer; 

For thou mayst live the hour forlorn 
When thou wilt ask to die with her. 

Pray for her at eve and morn ! 

Thomas Hood. 

KISSES. 

My heart is beating with all things that are, 

My blood is wild unrest ; 
With what a passion pants yon eager star 

Upon the water's breast ! 
Clasped in the air's soft arms the world doth sleep ; 

Asleep its moving seas, its humming lands; 
With what a hungry lip the ocean deep 

Lappeth forever the white-breasted sands ! 
What love- is in the moon's eternal eyes, 
Leaning unto the earth from out the midnight skies ! 

Thy large dark eyes are wide upon my brow, 

Filled with as tender light 
As yon low moon doth fill the heavens now, 

This mellow autumn night ! 
On the late flowers I linger at thy feet ; 

I tremble when I touch thy garment's rim ; 
I clasp thy waist, I feel thy bosom's beat, — 

Oh, kiss me into faintness sweet and dim ! 
Thou leanest to me as a swelling peach, 
Full-juiced and mellow, leaneth to the taker's reach. 

Thy hair is loosened by that kiss you gave ; 
It floods my shoulders o'er; 



THE KISS IN POETRY. KKI 

Another yet ! Oh, as a weary wave 

Subsides upon the shore, 
My hungry being, with its hopes, its fears, 

My heart like moon-charmed waters, all unrest, 
Yet strong as is despair, as weak as tears, 

Doth faint upon thy breast ! 
I feel thy clasping arms, my cheek is wet 
With thy rich tears. One kiss, sweet, sweet. Another yet ! 

Alexander Smith. 

GIVE ME KISSES. 

Give me kisses — do not stay 
Counting in that careful way ;' 
All the coins your lips can print 
Never will exhaust the mint. 

Kiss me, then, 
Every moment — and again ! 

Give me kisses — do not stop, 
Measuring nectar by the drop; 
Though to millions they amount, 
They will never drain the fount.- 

Kiss me, then, 
Every moment — and again ! 

Give me kisses — all is waste 
Save the luxury we taste, 
And for kissing — kisses live 
Only when we take or give. 

Kiss me, then, 
Every moment — and again ! 

Give me kisses — though their worth 
Far exceeds the gems of earth ; 
Never pearls so rich and pure 
Cost so little, I am sure. 



H2 'SHE KISS IN POETRY. 

Kiss me, then, 
Every moment — and 'again. 

Give me kisses — nay, 'tis true, 
I am just as rich as you, 
And for every kiss I owe, 
I can pay you back, you know. 

Kiss me, then, 
Every moment — and again ! 

Saxe. 

TO MY LOVE. 
Kiss me softly, and speak to me low; 
Malice has ever a vigilant ear : 
What if Malice were lurking near ? 
Kiss me, dear ! 
Kiss me softly, and speak to me low. 

Kiss me softly, and speak to me low ; 
Envy too has a watchful ear : 
What if Envy should chance to hear ? 
Kiss me, dear ! 

Kiss me softly, and speak to me low. 

Kiss me softly, and speak to me low; 
Trust me, darling, the time is near 
When lovers may love with never a fear 
Kiss me, dear ! 
Kiss me softly, and speak to me low. 

Saxe. 

A DINNER AND A KISS. 
"I have brought your dinner, father," 

The blacksmith's daughter said, 
As she took from her arm the kettle 

And lifted its shining lid. 



THE KISS IN POETRY. 

" There is not any pie or pudding, 

So I will give you this." 
And upon the toil-worn forehead 

She left the childish kiss. 

The blacksmith took off his apron, 
And dined in happy mood, 

Wondering much at the savor 
Hid in his humble food ; 

While all about him were visions 

Full of prophetic bliss ; 
But he never thought of the magic 

In his little daughter's kiss. 

And she, with her kettle swinging, 

Merrily trudged away, 
Stopping at sight of a squirrel, 

Catching some wild bird's lay. 

And I thought, how many a shadow 
Of life and fate we would miss, 

If always our frugal dinners 
Were seasoned with a kiss. 



A HINT. 

Our Daisy lay down 

In her little night-gown, 
And kissed me again and again, 

On forehead and cheek, 

On lips that would speak, 
But found themselves shut, to their gain. 

Then, foolish, absurd, 
To utter a word, 
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Il 4 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

I asked her the question so old, 

That wife and that lover 

Ask over and over, 
As if they were surer when told ! 

There, close at her side, 

"Do you love me?" I cried; 
She lifted her golden-crowned head ; 

A puzzled surprise 

Shone in her gray eyes — 
"Why, that's why I kiss you!" she said. 

Anna C. Brackett. 

THROWING KISSES. 
Girlie on the stairway, mother up above ; 
Girlie's eyes and mother's full of tender love ; 
Girlie's little fingers throw a hurrying kiss 
Right to mother, loving, fearing not to miss ; 
Mother throws one downward to her Golden-hair ; 
Girlie cries, "They're meeting, mother, in the air." 

By-and-by the girlie stands all, all alone, 
Looking sadly upward for the mother, gone 
Up the heavenly stairway. Girlie, standing here, 
Knows the mother surely surely must be near. 
If she throws her kisses up the golden stair, 
Will they meet the mother's half-way in the air? 

Minnie Slade. 

KISSES TO-DAY. 
Banish, O maiden, thy fears of to-morrow; 
Dash from thy cheek, love, the tear-drop of sorrow ; 
Pleasure fliei swiftly and sweetly away : 
Tears for to-morrow, but kisses to-day, — 
Kisses, love. 



THE KISS IN POETRY. II5 

Hear me, then, dearest, thy doubts gently chiding : 
Know' st thou not true love is ever confiding? 
Why snatch from Cupid his bandage away ? 
Love sees no morrow, then kiss me to-day. 
Kiss me, love. 

CONSECRATION.— A LOVER'S MOOD. 
All the kisses that I have given, 

I grudge from my soul to-day, 
And of all I have ever taken, 

I would wipe the thought away. 

How I wish my lips had been hermits, 

Held apart from kith and kin, 
That fresh from God's holy service 

To Love's they might enter in ! 

Miss Bates. 

"UNDER THE ROSE." 
[A Platonic Kiss.] 

You kissed me, as if roses slipped 
Their rose-bud necklaces, and blew 

Such breaths as never yet have dipped 
The bee in fragrance over-shoe, 

While rose-leaves of their color stripped 
Themselves to make a blush for you. 

Nor chide with such a cold constraint, 

As if you laid the rose in snow; 
For this the summer stores her paint, 

The dappled twilights overflow 
With motley colors, pied and quaint, 

For kisses that in flowers do grow. 

Nor pout and tease : you did not mean 
So sweet a thins:. Abide this test : 



Il6 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

In open markets grades are seen 

Of good and bad, in price expressed ; 

The buyer's purse must choose between ; 
But when we give, we give the best. 

Yet if that color, sweet as bees, 
Of flower-flushes teases, see 

How we can pluck such thorns as these, 
That bleed in blushes, easily ; 

For, kiss me, sweet, just as you please, 
I'll take it as it pleases me. 

Harney. 

PLATONIC KISSES. 
"What are they?" birdie, do you ask? 

Your forehead wear^s a puckered line, 
Oh ! now you've found a dreadful task 

Even for a learned head like mine. 
Some questions are so hard ! Ah, well, 

If even Plato's self were here, 
The sage, I fancy, could not tell 

The riddle that you ask me, dear. 

My birdie, Plato was a sage, 

The first to find he had a soul ; 
The life we live from youth to age, 

His wisdom taught, was not the whole ; 
And many theories Plato had 

To rule the impulse of mankind, 
Controlling all the base and bad 

Through stern dominion of the mind. 

And love, my birdie, Plato said, 
Should be communion of the soul, 

To glowing passion cold and dead, 
And intellect should rule the whole. 



THE KISS IN POETRY. 117 

Each soul another soul might find, 

And spirit-intercourse reveal 
A pure emotion of the mind, 

Like that we think the angels feel. 

But what Platonic kisses were 

I doubt if Plato ever knew, — 
Not like, my birdie, I infer, 

The long, sweet kisses I give you, 
And those you give me back again, 

Repeated oft, and never done ; 
Not thus, I fancy, could it be 

Platonic brides were ever won. 

Philosophy, perhaps, had charms 

To satisfy great Athens' sage, 
Indifferent to his lady's arms, — 

Two heads bent o'er one musty page. 
But moderns, made of sterner stuff, 

Would clothe it with a gentler light, 
And, soul-communion not enough, 

Both sense and spirit would unite. 

Love's sweetest charms they would not miss, 

Nor into earthly passion fall, 
So talk of a Platonic kiss, 

And thus contrive to get it all. 
But fondest theories, birdie sweet, 

Oft bring a harvest of regret. 
Now come and sit here at my feet. 

Well, have you understood me, pet ? 

I thought not. What a pair of eyes ! 

I'll have to send you back to school. 
If Plato's spirit could arise, 

We'd tell the ghost he was a fool. 



Il8 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

Now lift your sweet lips up to mine; 

I like the language that they speak ; 
I know the rhetoric is not fine, — 

What dreadful work they'd make of Greek ! 

Ah, how I love your little form ! 

And now— be sure you sit quite still — 
Just hold my left hand, soft and warm ; 

Don't shake the one that drives the quill. 
Let Plato crown his love with bays, 

I'll make you mistress of my life. 
I'll love you, birdie, all my days, 

And crown you with the name of wife. 



HOW IT HAPPENED. 
I pray you pardon me, Elsie, 

And smile that frown away 
That dims the light of your lovely face 

As thunder clouds the day. 
For on the spur of the instant, 

Before I thought, 'twas done, 
And those great gray eyes flashed bright and cold, 

Like an icicle in the sun. 

I was thinking of the summer 

When we were boys and girls, 
And wandering in the blossoming woods, 

And the gay winds romped with your curls; 
And you seemed to me the same little girl 

I kissed in the elder-path. 
I kissed the little girl's lips, and, alas ! 

I have roused a woman's wrath. 

There is not much to pardon, 
For why were your lips so red ? 



THE KISS IN POETRY. ng 

The blonde curls fell in a shower of gold 

From the proud, provoking head, 
And the beauty that flashed from the splendid eyes 

And played round the tender mouth 
Rushed over my soul like a warm, sweet wind 

That blows from the fragrant South. 

And where, after all, is the harm done ? 

I believe we were made to be gay, 
And all of youth not given to love 

Is vainly squandered away, 
And strewn through life-long labors, 

Like gold in the desert sands, 
Are love's swift kisses and sighs and vows, 

And the clasp of clinging hands. 

And when you are old and lonely, 

In memory's magic shrine 
You will see on your thin and wasting hands, 

Like gems, those kisses of mine ; 
And when you muse at evening, 

At the sound of some vanished name, 

The ghost of my kisses shall touch your lips 

And kindle your heart to flame. 

John Hay. 

IN AMBUSH. 
Half hklden in the holly's shade, 
Dark with the weight of snow o'erlaid, 

I see you plainly ! 
What plot are you two hatching now, 
Lurking beneath the sheltering bough? 

You're hiding vainly ! 

But never mind — with eyes downcast, 
I'll let you think you have not passed 



120 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

Before my vision. 
" Let's snowball him ! 'twill be such fun !' 
The words are whispered low by one, 

In soft derision. 

Ho ! ho ! so that's your little plot ! 
You may be sure that I shall not 

Attempt to foil it ! 
Besides, I can't for very shame 
Turn tail and run ; and such a game, 

'Twere sin to spoil it ! 

A warning shot, — it whizzes past ! 
Another, — fairly hit at last ! 

Nice warm work this is ! 
Well, fire away ! Your stock runs low ; 
Reward must come at length, you know,— 

Returns of kisses ! 

Bravo ! I've caught you both at length ! 
In vain resist with all your strength, 

And blushing faces ! 
Love's toll, you know, 's a warmer thing 
Than making snowballs just to fling 

From secret places ! 



A LONG-BRANCH EPISODE. 
Upon the broad Atlantic sands* 
I saw a maiden and her lover, 
Her dimpled fingers in his hands, 

Her shy blue eyes the sea looked over ; 
With coy girl's love to him she turned, 

And said, " Dear, 
Do you think that any one will know 
That you have dared to kiss me so ?" 



THE KISS IN POETRY. \ 

Alone upon the pebbly strand 

Break ocean swell and pale moonbeam ; 

The lovers are walking hand in hand 

From the bluff to where the gas-lamps stream ; 

They reach the peopled colonnade : 
Trembling, she said, 

" Dear, I'm sure they all will know 

That you have dared to kiss me so." 

The waltz floats through the casement low, 
And the lovers stand at the open door ; 

The maid shyly whispers, " Will they know?" 
Her eyes seem fastened to the floor: 

Fond he looks down on the fair young face — 
"All will see 

That my arms are empty," he said, 

"And no kisses cling to your lips so red." 

They join the dancers' merry whirl, 
The room is filled with beauties fair ; 

With cheeks aflush and ruffled curl, 
My maiden dances with abseut air ; 

She fears that every one can tell. 
Yet, I trow, 

Only the lover and I could know 

Which was the girl that had been kissed so. 

THREE KISSES. 

Three, only three, my darling, 

Separate, solemn, slow; 
Not like the swift and joyous ones 

We used to know, 
When we kissed because we loved each other, 

Simply to taste love's sweet, 

F II 



122 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

And lavished our kisses as the summer 

Lavishes heat ; 
But as they kiss whose hearts are wrung, 

When hope and fear are spent, 
And nothing is left to give, except 

A sacrament ! 

First of the three, my darling, 

Is sacred unto pain ; 
We have hurt each other often, 

We shall again, — 
When we pine because we miss each other, 

And do not understand 
How the written words are so much colder 

Than eye and hand. 
I kiss thee, dear, for all such pain 

Which we may give or take ; 
Buried, forgiven before it comes, 

For our love's sake. 

The second kiss, my darling, 

Is full of joy's sweet thrill ; 
We have blessed each other always, 

We always will. 
We shall reach until we feel each other, 

Beyond all time and space ; 
We shall listen till we hear each other 

In every place ; 
The earth is full of messengers 

Which love sends to and fro ; 
I kiss thee, darling, for all joy 

Which we shall know ! 

The last kiss, O my darling — 
My love — I cannot see, 



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Through my tears, as I remember 

What it may be. 
We may die and never see each other, 

Die with no time to give 
Any sign that our hearts are faithful 

To die, as live. 
Token of what they will not see 

Who see our parting breath, 
This one last kiss, my darling, seals 

The seal of death ! 



TOO OLD FOR KISSES. 

My uncle Philip, hale old man, 

Has children by the dozen ; 
Tom, Ned, and Jack, and Kate, and Ann- 
How many call me "cousin" ? 
Good boys and girls, the best was Bess; 

I bore her on my shoulder, 
A little bit of loveliness 

That never should grow older ! 
Her eyes had such a pleading way, 

They seemed to say, " Don't strike me ;' 
Then, growing bold, another day, 

" I mean to make you like me." 
I liked my cousin, early, late ; 

Who likes not little misses? 
She used to meet me at the gate, 

Just old enough for kisses. 

This was, I think, three years ago, — 

Before I went to college ; 
I learned one thing there, — how to row, 

A healthy sort of knowledge. 



124 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

When I was plucked (we won the race), 

And all was at an end there, 
I thought of Uncle Philip's place, 

And every country friend there. 
My cousin met me at the gate; 

She looked five, ten years older, — 
A tall young woman, still, sedate, 

With manners coyer, colder. 
She gave her hand with stately pride : 

"Why, what a greeting this is ! 
You used to kiss me." She replied, 

"lam too old for kisses." 

I loved, I love my cousin Bess ; 

She's always in my mind now, — 
A full-blown bud of loveliness, 

The rose of womankind now : 
She must have suitors; old and young 

Must bow their heads before her ; 
Vows must be made, and songs be sung, 

By many a mad adorer ! 
But I must win her ; she must give 

To me her youth and beauty ; 
And I — to love her while I live 

Will be my happy duty ; 
For she will love me soon or late, 

And be my bliss of blisses, 
Will come to meet me at the gate, 

Nor be too old for kisses ! 



WEDDING SONG. 
[Polonaise.] 

Three suitors were with me to-day ; 
They proffered love and treasure. 



THE KISS IN POETRY. 

The lordly one gave pleasant words, 
And many ells of ribbon ; 
The second, plain of face and form, 
He counted coin and jewels ; 
The third presented roses three, 
And coupled them with kisses. 

The first I fancied, and would greet 
Him warmly, as a brother ; 
The second, gladly him I'd choose 
To be my nearest neighbor ; 
But, oh, the third, of rosy gifts, 
Who stifled me with kisses, — 
I'd give to him these longing eyes, 
And all that life possesses. 

THE KISS AT THE DOOR. 
When I took my leave last night, 

Nellie — she could do no more — 
Softly brought a candle-light 

Just to show me to the door. 

How it was I cannot tell, 

When I felt her hand in mine, 

Something said, " Why not as well 
Press her pretty lips to thine?" 

Then I clasped one hand quite tight, — 
T'other held the light, you know, — 

So that Nellie, helpless quite, 
Felt she couldn't say me " No." 

But she gave a little scream, 
That did ne'er the bliss den}' ; 

And — too brief the happy dream — 
In went she, and out went I. 
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I2 6 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

A KISS. 

A kiss ! oh, 'tis a magic spell 

That wildly thrills the breast, 
And bids it with emotion swell 

When lip to lip is pressed ; 
'Tis friendship's breath, affection's seal, 

And, though a transient bliss, 
The proudest, coldest heart must feel 

The rapture of a kiss. 

A kiss ! yes, 'tis a dear delight, 

Whose memory often cheers, 
And sheds through clouds a radiance bright, 

In scenes of after-years. 
When sorrows o'er the bosom roll, 

Who hath not felt a bliss 
Spread swiftly through the glowing soul 

Beneath a magic kiss ? 



FIVE TWICES. 

" Papa, the bell's a-rfngin' 

For church — an' mus' you go? 
And I was been a-bringin' 

Your boots an' fings for you. 
And that's all I'm a-good for, 

Jus' cos' to love you some, 
And here's my bestest hood, for 

To meet you comin' home. 

" Now jus' I want you kiss me 

Afore you goes away, 
'Cause maybe you might miss me — 

Bein' to church all day. 



THE KISS IN POETRY. 127 

Now I'm 'your little mices,' 

To creep up on your knee ; 
'F you'll kiss me all five tivices, 

Why— then— I'll— let you be."* 

So climbs "my little mices" 

Up on my willing knees, 
And takes her full "five twices" 

As oft as doth her please ; 
The while that I am drinking 

Kiss-cups of purest bliss, 
And, dreamy-joyous, thinking, 

Was ever love like this? 

Yet, mid my fond caressing, 

I mind the time of old 
When little ones, for blessing, 

The Christ-arms did enfold. 
And so I tell the story 

Unto my little maid, — 
How our Good Lord of Glory, 

While here with us he stayed, 

Would take the little children 

Up on his friendly knee, 
The while his kindness filled them 

With fearless, gentle glee. 
Then, soft and sweetly laying 

His dear hand on their head, 
They knew that he was praying, — 

They heard the prayer he said ! 

And so, her blue eyes deeping, 
Upon her head I lay 

• An actual expression of a child. 



128 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

My hand, while, moved to weeping, 

Unto the Lord I say, 
"O loving, gracious Father, 

Bless this dear babe, I pray, 
And with thy people gather 

My child, at that great day." 

Bathed in a holy beauty, 
The little maid slips down, 

And I to "higher duty" 
The chiming summons own. 

But childhood's quaint devices 
Once more must needs appear : 

" Did he kiss ' 'em all five twices?" 

Is the last word I hear ! 

Nutting. 

NURSERY RHYMES. 
What is to me the sweetest thing 
That the morning light can bring ? 

It is this, — 

My mother's kiss. 

And, if gentle watch she'll keep,- 
What gives me the sweetest sleep? 

Only this, — 

My mother's kiss. 

Nothing else so dear can be, 
Nothing brings such joy to me, 

As does this, — 

My mother's kiss. 

Then, if I'm a pleasant child, 
Kind, obedient, and mild, 

I'll have this, — 

My mother's kiss. 



THE KISS IN POETRY. 129 

Kiss me quick, my baby boy, — 
Mother's darling, mother's joy ! 
Beat the little drum no more ; 
Let the horse lie on the floor. 

Do not move a foot or hand ; 
Kiss me, kiss me, where you stand, 
Through the chair while I am kneeling, 
And the flies look from the ceiling. 

That's a noble little boy ! 
Mother's darling, mother's joy ! 
'Twas a kiss well worth the getting ; 
Kissing better is than fretting. 



A kiss when I wake in the morning, 
A kiss when I go to bed, 

A kiss when I burn my fingers, 
A kiss when I bump my head. 

A kiss when my bath is over, 
A kiss when my bath begins ; 

My mamma is full of kisses, 
As full as nurse is of pins. 

A kiss when I play with my rattle, 
A kiss when I pull her hair; 

She covered me over with kisses 
The day I fell from the stair. 

A kiss when I give her trouble, 
A kiss when I give her joy : 

There's nothing like mamma's kisses 
For her own little baby-boy. 

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1 3 o THE KISS IN POETRY. 

RHAPSODIES. 

You kissed me, my head dropped low on your breast, 
With a feeling of shelter and infinite rest, 
While the holy emotion my tongue dared not speak 
Flushed up like a flame from my heart to my cheek ! 
Your arms held me fast ! Oh, your arms were so bold ! 
Heart responded to heart in that passionate fold ! 
Your glances seemed drawing my soul through mine eyes, 
As the sun draws the mist from the sea to the skies. 

And your lips clung to mine till I prayed, in my bliss, 
They might never unclasp from that rapturous kiss ! 
You kissed me ! my heart and my breast and my will 
In delicious delight for the moment stood still ! 
Life had for me then no temptations, no charms, 
No vista of pleasure outside of your arms ! 
And were I this moment an angel possessed 
Of the glory and peace that belong to the blest, 
I would cast my white robes unrepiningly down, 
And tear from my forehead its beautiful crown, 
To nestle once more in that haven of rest, 
With your lips pressed to mine, and my head on your 
breast ! . 

You kissed me ! my soul in a bliss so divine 

Reeled and swooned like a man that is drunken with 

wine ! 
And I thought, 'twere delicious to die then, if death 
Would come while my lips were still moist with your 

breath ! 
'Twere delicious to die, if my heart might grow cold 
While your arms wrapped me fast in that passionate 

hold ! 



THE KISS IN POETRY. 



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And these are the questions I ask day and night : 
Must my life taste but once such exquisite delight? 
Would you care if my breast were your shelter as then? 
And if I were there would you kiss me again ? 

ii. 
You kissed me : your arms round my neck were entwined, 
As the vine to the oak clings when pressed by the wind ; 
Your breath, zephyr-like from some lone balmy isle, 
Shed a fragrance that heightened the charm of your smile, 
And banished all care, as the sun at mid-day 
Dispels the dark clouds which obscure his bright way. 
And now, as fond memory, with tints bright and rare, 
Paints thy rich coral lips as Love hovers there, 
I ask but one boon may be granted to me, — 
That I, like the oak, may forever shield thee. 

in. 

You kissed me, and responsively my lips to yours were 
pressed, 

While trembling came a long-drawn sigh deep from that 
throbbing breast. 

Your cheeks were bathed in blushes, while those pouting 
lips revealed 

That secret I had burned to know, yet you'd so long con- 
cealed ; 

You loved me. With what ecstasy did I your form em- 
brace, 

And kiss away the starting tear which marred that beau- 
teous face ! 

And now when absent, darling, my thoughts revert to 
thee, 

Thine image is reflected here, true as reality, 

And ever thus it will remain, in colors pure and bright, 

As a meteor in the sky, love, amid the gloom of night. 



1 32 THE KISS IN POETRY. 



EXCERPTS FROM THE POETS. 

For would she of her gentilnesse, 
Withouten more me ones kesse, 
It were to me a grete guerdon. 

Chaucer. 

O kiss! which dost those ruddy gems impart, 

Or gems, or fruits, of new-found paradise, 
Breathing all bliss and sweetening to the heart, 

Teaching dumb lips a nobler exercise, 
O kiss ! which souls, e'en souls, together ties 

By links of love, and only nature's art, 
How fain would I paint thee to all men's eyes, 

Or of thy gifts, at least, shade out some part. 

Sir Philip Sidney. 

He her beholding, at her feet down fell, 

And kissed the ground on which her sole did tread, 

And washed the same with water, which did well 
From his moist eyes, and like two streams proceed. 

Spenser. 

These poor half-kisses kill me quite : 

Was ever man thus served ? 
Amid an ccean of delight, 

For pleasure to be starved. 

Drayton. 

I do confess thou'rt sweet ; yet find 
Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets, 

Thy favors are but like the wind, 
That kisseth everything it meets ; 



THE KISS IN POETRY. 133 

And since thou canst with more than one, 
Thou'rt worthy to be kissed by none. 

, , Sir Robert Aytoun. 

I do not love thee for those soft 
Red coral lips I've kissed so oft ; 
Nor teeth of pearl, the double guard 
To speech, whence music still is heard; 
Though from those lips a kiss being taken 
Might tyrants melt, and death awaken. 

, c . Carew. 

I die, dear life ! unless to me be given 
As many kisses as the spring hath flowers, 
Or there be silver-drops in Iris' showers, 

Or stars there be in all-embracing heaven ; 
And if displeased you of the match remain, 
You shall have leave to take them back again. 

Drummoxd of Hawthorn den. 



You say I love not, 'cause I do not play 
Still with your ringlets, and kiss time away; 
By love's religion, I must here confess it, 
The most I love when I the least express it ! 

Herrick. 

Love in her sunny eyes does basking play; 

Love walks the pleasant mazes of her hair ; 
Love does on both her lips forever stay, 

And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there. 

Cowley. 

Her kisses faster, though unknown before, 

Than blossoms fall on parting spring, she strewed ; 

Than blossoms sweeter, and in number more. 

Davenant, 
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THE KISS IN POETRY. 



So cheered he his fair spouse, and she was cheered, 
But silently a gentle tear let fall 
From either eye, and wiped them with her hair ; 
Two other precious drops, that ready stood, 
Each in their crystal sluice, he, ere they fell, 
Kissed, as the gracious signs of sweet remorse 
And pious awe, that feared to have offended. 

Milton. 

We were alone, quite unsuspiciously, 

But oft our eyes met, and our cheeks in hue 
All o'er discolored by that reading were ; 

But one point only wholly us o'erthrew : 
When we read the long-sighed-for smile of her, 

To be thus kissed by such devoted lover, 
He who from me* can be divided ne'er 

Kissed my mouth, trembling in the act all over.f 

Dante. 

Sweet pouting lip ! whose color mocks the rose, 
Rich, ripe, and teeming with the dew of bliss, — 

The flower of Love's forbidden fruit, which grows 
Insidiously to tempt us with a kiss. 

Tasso. 



* Francesca da Rimini. 

f Mr. Longfellow translates the passage thus : 
" Alone we were and without any fear. 
Full many a time our eyes together drew 
That reading, and drove the color from our faces ; 
But one point only was it that o'ercame us, 
Whenas we read of the much-longed-for smile 
Being by such a noble lover kissed, 
This one, who ne'er from me shall be divided, , 
Kissed me upon the mouth all palpitating." 

Inferno, v. 



THE KISS IN POETRY. 135 

I felt the while a pleasing kind of smart ; 
The kiss went tingling to my very heart. 
When it was gone, the sense of it did stay, 
The sweetness cling'd upon my lips all day, 
Like drops of honey loath to fall away. 

Dryden. 

Upon my livid lips bestow a kiss ; 

Oh, envy not the dead, they feel not bliss. 

Dryden. 

Then with great haste 
I clasped my arms about her neck and waist ; 
About her yielding waist, and took a fouth 
Of sweetest kisses frae her glowing mouth. 
While hard and fast I held her in my grips, 
My very saul came louping to my lips ; 
Sair, sair she flet wi' me 'tween ilka smack, 
But weel I kend she meant na as she spak. 

Allan Ramsay. 

Oh, were I made by some transforming power 
The captive bird that sings within thy bower ! 
Then might my voice thy listening ears employ, 
And I those kisses he receives enjoy. 

Pope. 

On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, 
Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore. 

Pope. 



Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet ; 
In short, my deary, kiss me, and be quiet. 

Lady Montague: Summary of Advice. 



136 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

Never man before 
More blest; nor like this kiss *hath been another, 
Nor ever beauties like, met at such closes, 
But in the kisses of two damask roses. 

Brown : Pastorals. 

At these sweet words, how shall I tell my joy ? 
I called him to my side. He rose, approached, 
And trembling seized the hand I proffered him, 
A pledge of reconciled love ; and, ah ! 
So fervent kissed it, that my very heart 
Leaped in my bosom ; then full many a sigh 
He breathed, with sweet regards and fond caress. ■ 

GoLDONI. 

The kiss snatched hasty from the sidelong maid, 
On purpose guardless, or pretending sleep. 

Thomson : Winter. 

The rose he in his bosom wore, 
How oft upon my breast was seen ; 

And when I kissed the drooping flower, 
Behold, he cried, it blooms again ! 

Cowper. 

Soft child of love, thou balmy bliss, 
Inform me, O delicious kiss ! 
Why thou so suddenly art gone, 
Lost in the moment thou art won ? 

"WOLCOT. 

I ken't her heart was a' my ain ; 

I loved her most sincerely ; 
I kissed her owre and owre again, 

Amang the rigs o' barley. 

Burns. 



THE KISS IN POETRY. 

Her lips, more than the cherries bright, 

A richer dye has graced them ; 
They charm th' admiring gazer's sight, 

And sweetly tempt to taste them. 

Burns. 

Sae fair her hair, sae brent her brow, 
Sae bonnie blue her een, my dearie ; 

Sae white her teeth, sae sweet her mou' ; 
The mair I kiss she's aye my dearie. 

Burns. 

I'll pu' the budding rose when Phoebus peeps in view, 
For it's like a baumy kiss o' her sweet bonnie mou' ; 
The hyacinth for constancy, wi' its unchanging blue — 
And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May. 

Burns. 

A man may drink and not be drunk ; 

A man may fight and not be slain ; 
A man may kiss a bonnie lass 

And aye be welcome back again. 

Burns. 

Her head upon my throbbing breast, 
She, sinking, said, "I'm thine forever !" 

While many a kiss the seal imprest 
The sacred vow we ne'er should sever. 

Burns. 

Gin a body meet a body 
Coming through the rye, 

Gin a body kiss a body, 
Need a body cry? 
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138 THE KISS IN POETXY. 

Gin a body meet a body 
Coming through the glen, 

Gin a body kiss a body, 
Need the world ken ? 

Burns. 

How delicious is the winning 
Of a kiss at Love's beginning, 
When two mutual hearts are sighing 
For the knot there's no untying ! 

t <> , Campbell. 

That's hallowed ground — where, mourned and missed, 

The lips repose our love has kissed. 

******* 

A kiss can consecrate the ground 
Where mated hearts are mutual bound. 

Campbell. 

The kiss that would make a maid's cheek flush 
Wroth, as if kissing were a sin, 
Amid the Argus eyes and din 
And tell-tale glare of noon, 
Brings but a murmur and a blush, 
Beneath the modest moon. 

Campbell. 

A creature not too bright or good 
For human nature's daily food; 
For transient sorrows, simple wiles, 
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. 

Wordsworth. 

Ah, happy she ! to 'scape from him whose kiss 

Had been pollution unto aught so chaste ; 
Who soon had left her charms for vulgar bliss, 



TIIR A7SS IN POETRY. 139 

And spoiled her goodly lands to gild bis waste, 
Nor calm domestic peace had ever deigned to taste. 
__ Byron. 

How shall I bear the moment, when restored 

To that young heart where I alone am lord, 

When from those lips, unbreathed upon for years, 

I shall again kiss off the soul-felt tears, 

And find those tears warm as when last they started, 

Those sacred kisses pure as when we parted ! 

Moore : Lalla Rookh. 

One dear glance, 
Like those of old, were heaven ! whatever chance 
Hath brought thee here, oh, 'twas a blessed one ! 
There — my loved lips — they move — that kiss hath run 
Like the first shoot of life through every vein, 
And now I clasp her, mine, all mine again. 

Moore: Lalla Rookh. 

Though high that tower, that rock-way rude, 
There's one who, but to kiss thy cheek, 

Would climb the untrodden solitude 
Of Ararat's tremendous peak, 

And think its steeps, though dark and dread, 

Heaven's pathways, if to thee they led ! 

Moore : Lalla Rookh. 

Oh, think what the kiss and the smile must be worth, 

When the sigh and the tear are so perfect in bliss, 

And own, if there be an Elysium on earth, 

It is this, it is this. 

Moore : Lalla Rookh. 

The bride kissed the goblet ; the knight took it up, 
He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. 



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She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, 
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. 

Scott : Marmion. 

Oh, lift me from the grass ! 

I die, I faint, I fail ! 
Let thy love in kisses rain 

On my lips and eyelids pale. 

Shelley. 

Then press, with warm caresses, 
Close lips, and bridal kisses, 

Your steel ; — cursed be his head, 

Who fails the bride he wed. 

KoERKER: Sword Song. 

Around the glowing hearth at night 

The harmless laugh and winter tale 
Go round, while parting friends delight 

To toast each other o'er their ale ; 
The cotter oft with quiet zeal 

Will musing o'er his Bible lean ; 
While in the dark the lovers steal 

To kiss and toy behind the screen. 

Clare : December. 

Then Rory, the rogue, stole his arm round her neck, 
So soft and so white, without freckle or speck, 
And he looked in her eyes that were beaming with light, 
And he kissed her sweet lips — don't you think he was 

right ? 
" Now, Rory, leave off, sir, you'll hug me no more ; 
That's eight times to-day that you've kissed me before." 
" Then here goes another," says he, " to make sure, 
Fo there's luck in odd numbers," says Rory O' Moore. 

Lover. 



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Grief with vain passionate tears hath wet 

The hair, shedding gleams from thy pale brow yet ; 

Love with sad kisses unfelt hath prest 

Thy meek-dropt eyelids and quiet breast ; 

And the glad Spring, calling out bird and bee, 

Shall color all blossoms, fair child, but thee. 

t C t Mrs. Hemans. 

She wiped the death-damps from his brow, 

With her pale hands and soft, 
Whose touch upon the lute-chords low 

Had stilled his heart so oft. 
She spread her mantle o'er his breast, 

She bathed his lips with dew, 
And on his cheeks such kisses pressed 

As hope and joy ne'er knew. 

, ot Mrs. Hemans. 

Jenny kissed me when we met, 

Jumping from the chair she sat in ; 
Time, you thief! who love to get 

Sweets into your list, put that in. 
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, 

Say that health and wealth have missed me, 
Say I'm growing old, but add — 

Jenny kissed me ! 

Leigh Hunt. 

I classed and counted once 
Earth's lamentable sounds, — the well-a-day, 

The jarring yea and nay, 
The fall of kisses upon senseless clay. 

Mrs. Browning. 



That broke in utterance- 



There were words 
-melted in the fire ; 



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Embrace, that was convulsion ; then a kiss, 

As long and silent as the ecstatic night, 

And deep, deep shuddering breaths, which meant beyond 

Whatever could be told by word or kiss. 

Mrs. Browning. 

First time he kissed me, but he only kissed 
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write ; 
And, ever since, it grew more clear and white, 
Slow to world greeting; quick with its " Oh, list !" 
When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst, 
I could not wear it plainer to my sight 
Than that first kiss. The second passed in height 
The first, and sought the forehead ; and half missed. 
Falling upon my hair. Oh, beyond meed ! 
That was the chrism of love, which love's own crown, 
With sanctifying sweetness, did precede. 
The third upon my lips was folded down 
In perfect purple state ! Since when, indeed, 
I have been proud, and said, " My love, my own !" 

Mrs. Browning. 

He will kiss me on the mouth 
Then ; and lead me as a lover 
Through the crowds that praise his deeds. 

Mrs. Browning. 

Love feareth death ! I was no child — I was betrothed 

that day ; 
I wore a troth-kiss on my lips I could not give away. 

Mrs. Browning. 

Kiss, baby, kiss ! mothers' lips shine by kisses; 

Choke the warm breath that else would fall in blessings; 



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Black manhood comes, when turbulent guilty blisses 
Tend thee the kiss that poisons 'mid caressings. 

Charles Lamb. 

Both our mouths went wandering in one way, 
And, aching sorely, met among the leaves; 
Our hands, being left behind, strained far away. 

Wm. Morris : Defence of Guinevere. 

I saw you kissing once : like a curved sword, 
That bites with all its edge, did your lips lie. 

Wm. Morris : Defence of Guinevere. 

And with a velvet lip print on his brow 

Such language as the tongue hath never spoken. 

Mrs. Sigourney. 

There was a beam in that young mother's eye, 

Lit by the feelings that she could not speak, 
As from her lips a plaintive lullaby 

Stirred the bright tresses on her infant's cheek ; 
While now and then, with melting heart, she prest 

Soft kisses o'er its red and smiling lips, — 
Lips sweet as rosebuds in fresh beauty dressed 

Ere the young murmuring bee their honey sips. 

Mrs. Welby. 

Oh, turn from me those radiant eyes, 

With love's dark lightning beaming, 
Or veil the power that in them lies 
To set the young heart dreaming. 
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What pity that thy lips of rose, 
So fitted for heart-healing, 



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THE KISS IN POETRY. 

Should not with tenderest kisses close 
The wounds thine eyes are dealing ! 

Motherwell. 

She tenderly kissed me, 

She fondly caressed, 
And then I fell gently 

To sleep on her breast — 
Deeply to sleep 

From the heaven of her breast. 

E. A. Poe. 

Oh, stay, Madonna ! stay ; 

'Tis not the dawn of day 
That marks the skies with yonder opal streak ; 

The stars in silence shine ; 

Then press thy lips to mine, 
And rest upon my neck thy fervid cheek. 

Macaulay. 

A moment, and he saw her come, — 
That maiden, from her latticed home, 
With eyes all love, and lips apart, 
And faltering step, and beating heart, 
She came, and joined her cheek to his 
In one prolonged and rapturous kiss ; 
And while it thrilled through heart and limb, 
The world was naught to her or him. 

__ Praed. 

Oh ! Vidal's very soul did weep 
.Whene'er that music, like a charm, 

Brought back from their unlistening sleep 
The kissing lip and clasping arm. 

Praed. 



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How shall I woo her? I will bow 

Before the holy shrine, 
And pray the prayer, and vow the vow, 

And press her lips to mine ; 
And I will tell her, when she parts 

From passion's thrilling kiss, 
That memory to many hearts 

Is dearer far than bliss. 

Praed. 



She loved the ripples' play, 
As to her feet the truant rovers 

Wandered and went with a laugh away, 
Kissing but once, like wayward lovers. 

Praed. 



Deep is the bliss of the belted knight, 
When he kisses at dawn the silken glove, 

And goes, in his glittering armor dight, 
To shiver a lance for his Lady-Love ! 

Praed. 



Dream, while the chill sea-foam 

In mockery dashes o'er thee, 
Of the cheerful hearth, and the quiet home, 

And the kiss of her that bore thee. 

Praed. 

I wept and blessed thee, called thee o'er and o'er 
By that dear name which I must use no more ; 
And kissed with passionate lips the empty air, 
As if thy image stood before me there. 

Anon. : Josephine to Napoleon. 
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146 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

My heart can kiss no heart but thine, 
And if these lips but rarely pine 

In the pale abstinence of sorrow, 
It is that nightly I divine, 
As I this world-sick soul recline, 

I shall be with thee ere the morrow. 

Bailey : Eestus. 

The smile, the sigh, the tear, and the embrace — 
All the delights of love at last in one, 
With kisses close as stars in the Milky Way. 

Bailey: Eestus. 

Frown — toss about — let: her lips be for a time : 
But steal a kiss at last like fire from heaven. 

Bailey : Eestus. 

Oh, weep not — wither not the soul 

Made saturate with bliss ; 
I would not have one briny tear 

Embitter Beauty's kiss. 

Bailey: Eestus. 

Mother's kiss 
Was.ne'er more welcome to the waking child, 
After a dream of horrors, than the breeze 
Upon my feverish brow. 

Anon. : Saul. 

Dear as remembered kisses after death, 
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned 
On lips that are for others ; deep as love, 
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret ; 
O Death in Life ! the days that are no more. 

Tennyson : Princess. 



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The trance gave way 
To those caresses, when a hundred times 
In that last kiss, which never was the last, 
Farewell, like endless welcome, lived and died. 

Tennyson : Love and Duty. 



Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately 

ships, 

And our spirits rushed together at the touching of the 

lips. 

Tennyson : Locksley Hall. 



When I was wont to meet her 
In the silent woody places 
By the home that gave me birth, 
We stood tranced in long embraces 
Mixed with kisses sweeter, sweeter 
Than anything on earth. 

Tennyson: Maud. 



They found the stately horse, 
Who now, no more a vassal to the thief, 
But free to stretch his limbs in lawful flight, 
Neighed with all gladness as they came, and stooped 
With a low whinny toward the pair ; and she 
Kissed the white star upon his noble front, 
Glad also : then Geraint upon tfie horse 
Mounted, and reached a hand, and on his foot 
She set her own and climbed ; he turned his face 
And kissed her climbing, and she cast her arms 
About him, and at once they rode away. 

Tennyson : Enid. 



i 4 8 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

Ah, one rose, 
One rose, but one, by those fair fingers culled, 
Were worth a hundred kisses pressed on lips 
Less exquisite than thine. 

Tennyson : Gardener's Daughter. 



Then stood the maiden hushed in sweet surprise, 

And with her clasped hands held her heart-throbs down 
Beneath the wondrous brightness of his eyes, 

Whose smile seemed to enwreathe her like a crown. 
He raised no wand, he gave no strange commands, 

But touched her eyes with tender touch and light, 
With charmed lips kissed apart her folded hands, 

And laid therein the lily, snowy white. 

Wilson : Magic Pitcher. 

Ah, sad are they who know not love, 
But, far from passion's tears and smiles, 

Drift down a moonless sea, beyond 
The silvery coasts of fairy isles. 

And sadder they whose longing lips 

Kiss empty air, and never touch 
The dear warm mouth of those they love — 

Waiting, wasting, suffering much. 

Aldrich : Persian Love-Song. 



Yes, child, I know I am out of tune; 

The light is bad ; the sky is gray; 
I'll work no more this afternoon, 

So lay your royal robes away. 
Besides, you're dreamy — hand on chin — 

I know not what — not in the vein : 



THE KISS IX POETRY. 

While I would paint Anne Boleyn, 
You sit there looking like Elaine. 

Not like the youthful, radiant queen, 

Unconscious of the coming woe, 
But rather as she might have been, 

Preparing for the headsman's blow. 
I see ! I've put you in a miff — 

Sitting bolt upright, wrist on wrist. 
How should you look? Why, dear, as if — 

Somehow — as if you'd just been kissed ! 

Alu rich : In an Atelier 



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We had talked long; and then a silence came; 

And in the topmost firs 
To his nest the white dove floated like a flame ; 

And my lips closed on hers 

Who was the only She, 
And in one girl all womanhood to me. 

Palgrave. 

Fly, white-winged sea-bird, following fast, 
That dips around our foamy wake, 

Go nestle in her virgin breast, 

And kiss her pure lips for my sake. 

.^. Sailors Valentine. 



He who wandered with the peasant Jew, 

And broke with publicans the bread of shame, 
And drank with blessings in His Father's name 
The water which Samaria's outcast drew, 
Hath now His temples upon every shore, 

Altar and shrine and priest, — and incense dim 
Evermore rising, with low prayer and hymn, 
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150 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

From lips which press the temple's marble floor, 
Or kiss the gilded sign of the dread Cross He bore ! 

"Whither. 

Lament who will the ribald line 
Which tells his lapse* from duty, 

How kissed the maddening lips of wine 
Or wanton ones of beauty ; 

But think, while falls that shade between 

The erring one and Heaven, 
That he who loved like Magdalen 

Like her may be forgiven. 

"Whittier. 

Oh to have dwelt in Bethlehem 

When the star of the Lord shone bright ! 
To have sheltered the holy wanderers 

On that blessed Christmas night ! 
To have kissed the tender wayworn feet 

Of the Mother undenled, 
And, with reverent wonder and deep delight, 

To have tended the Holy Child ! 

Adelaide Procter. 

"What more have I to give you? 

Why give you anything? 
You had my rose before, sir, 

And now you have my ring." 
"You have forgotten one thing." 

" I do not understand." 
" The dew goes with the rose-bud, 

And with the ring the h..nd !" 

* Burns. 



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She gave her hand ; he took it, 

And kissed it o'er and o'er : 
" I give myself to you, love ; 

I cannot give you more !" 

Stoddard : The Lady's Gift. 



And Halfred the Scald said, "This 

In the name of the Lord I kiss, 

Who on it was crucified !" 

And a shout went round the board, 

" In the name of Christ the Lord, 

Who died!" 

Longfellow. 

They climb up into my turret 

O'er the arms and back of my chair : 

If I try to escape, they surround me ; 
They seem to be everywhere. 

They almost devour me with kisses ; 

Their arms about me entwine, 
Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen 

In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine. 

Longfellow : The Children's Hour. 



Men and devils both contrive 
Traps for catching girls alive ; 
Eve was duped, and Helen kissed, — 
How, oh, how can you resist? 

__ Holmes. 

Kiss but the crystal's mystic rim, 
Each shadow rends its flowery chain, 



152 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

Springs in a bubble from its brim, 
And walks the chambers of the brain. 

tC t Holmes. 

Now, why thy long delaying? 
Alack ! thy beads and praying ! 
If thou, a saint, dost hope 
To kneel and kiss the Pope, 
Then I, a sinner, know 
Where sweeter kisses grow — 
Nay, now, just one before we go ! 

TlLTON : Flight from the Convent. 



[Before closing this portion of our selections, it is worth while to note 
the popular misconception of the favorite ditty " Coming through the 
Rye," as shown in the pictorial illustrations which present a laddie and 
lassie meeting and kissing in a field of grain. The lines, — 
" If a laddie meet a lassie 
Comin' thro' the rye," 
and especially the other couplet, — 

" A' the lads they smile on me 
When comin' thro' the rye," 
seem to imply that traversing the rye was a habitual or common thing ; 
but what in the name of the Royal Agricultural Society could be the ob- 
ject in trampling down a crop of grain in that style ? The song, perhaps, 
suggests a harvest-scene, where both sexes, as is the custom in Great 
Britain, are at work reaping, and where they would come and go through 
the field indeed, buf not through the rye itself, so as to meet and kiss in 
it. The truth is, the rye in this case is no more grain than Rye Beach is, 
it being the name of a small shallow stream near Ayr, in Scotland, which, 
having neither bridge nor ferry, was forded by the people going to and 
from the market, custom allowing a lad to steal a kiss from any lass of 
his acquaintance whom he met in mid-stream. Reference to the first 
verse, in which the lass is shown as wetting her clothes in the stream, 
confirms this explanation : 

" Jenny is a' wat, puir bodie ; 
Jenny's seldom dry ; 
She drag'lt a' her petticoatie, 
Comin' thro' the rye."] 



THE KISS IN POETRY. ^3 



EXTRACTS FROM THE OLD BALLADS. 

MARRIAGE OF GILBERT BECKET. 
And quickly hied he down the stair; 
Of fifteen steps he made but three ; 
He's ta'en his bonny love in arms, 
And kist, and kist her tenderlie. 

BIRTH OF ROBIN HOOD. 
He took his bonny boy in his arms, 

And kist him tenderlie; 
Says, "Though I would your father hang, 

Your mother's dear to me." 

He kist him o'er and o'er again : 
" My grandson I thee claim ; 

And Robin Hood in gude greenwood, 
And that shall be your name." 

DOWSABELL. 
With that she bent her snow-white knee, 
Down by the shepheard kneeled she, 

And him she sweetely kist : 
With that the shepheard whooped for joy, 
Quoth he, "Ther's never shepheard's boy 

That ever was so blist." 

GILDEROY. 
Aft on the banks we'd sit us thair, 

And sweetly kiss and toy, 
Wi' garlands gay wad deck my hair 

My handsome Gilderoy. 

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THE KISS IN POETRY. 

PATIENT COUNTESS. 
He took her in his armes, as yet 

So coyish to be kist, 
As mayds that know themselves beloved, 

And yieldingly resist. 

FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY. 
But first upon my true love's grave 

My weary limbs I'll lay, 
And thrice I'll kiss the green-grass turf 

That wraps his breathless clay. 

GENTLE HERDSMAN. 
When thus I saw he loved me well, 

I grewe so proud his paine to see, 
That I, who did not know myselfe, 

Thought scorne of such a youth as hee, 

And grewe soe coy and nice to please, 
As women's lookes are often soe, 

He might not kisse, nor hand forsooth, 
Unlesse I willed him soe to doe. 

FAIR ROSAMOND. 
And falling down all in a swoone 

Before King Henry's face, 
Full oft he in his princelye armes 

Her bodye did embrace : 

And twentye times, with watery eyes, 

He kist her tender cheeke, 
Untill he had revivde againe 

Her senses milde and meeke. 



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LUNATIC LOVER. 
I'll court you, and think you fair, 

Since love does distract my brain : 
I'll go, I'll wed the night-mare, 

And kiss her, and kiss her again. 

CHILD WATERS. 
Shee saies, I had rather have one kisse, 

Child Waters, of thy mouth, 
Than I wolde have Cheshire and Lancashire both, 

That lye by north and south. 

PHILLIDA AND CORYDON. 
Love, that had bene long deluded, 
Was with kisses sweete concluded ; 
And Phillida with garlands gave 
Was made the lady of the Maye. 

FAIR MARGARET AND SWEET WILLIAM. 
I'll do more for thee, Margaret, 

Than any of thy kin ; 
For I will kiss thy pale wan lips, 

Though a smile I cannot win. 

With that bespake the seven brethren, 

Making most piteous moan : 
" You may go kiss your jolly brown bride, 

And let our sister alone." 

"If I do kiss my jolly brown bride, 

I do but what is right ; 
I ne'er made a vow to yonder poor corpse, 

By day, nor yet by night." 



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SWEET WILLIAM'S GHOST. 
" Thy faith and troth thou'se nevir get, 

Of me shalt nevir win, 
Till that thou come within my bower 

And kiss my cheek and chin." 

" If I should come within thy bower, 

I am no earthly man : 
And should I kiss thy rosy lipp, 

Thy days will not be lang." 



LADY'S FALL. 
"And there," quoth hee, "He meete my deare. 

If God soe lend me life, 
On this day month without all fayle 

I will make thee my wife." 
Then with a sweete and loving kisse, 

They parted presentlye, 
And att their partinge brinish teares 

Stoode in eche other's eye. 



WALY WALY, LOVE BE BONNY. 
But had I wist, before I kisst, 

That love had been sae ill to win, 
I had lockt my heart in a case of gowd, 

And pinned it wi' a siller pin. 

BRIDE'S BURIAL. 
In love as we have livde, 

In love let us depart ; 
And I, in token of my love, 

Do kiss thee with my heart. 



THE KISS IN POETRY. 157 

CHILDREN IN THE WOOD. 
With lippes as cold as any stone, 

They kist their children small : 
"God bless you both, my children deare;" 

With that the teares did fall. 



LUCY AND COLIN. 

Ah, Colin ! give not her thy vows, 

Vows due to me alone : 
Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kiss, 

Nor think him all thy own. 



MARRIAGE OF SIR GAWAINE. 
Sir Kay beheld that lady's face, 

And looked upon her sweere : * 
" Whoever kisses that ladye," he saves, 

" Of his kisse he stands in feare." 

Sir Kay beheld that ladye againe, 
And looked upon her snout : 

" Whoever kisses that ladye," he saves, 
" Of his kisse he stands in doubt." 



GUY AND AMARANT. 

The good old man, even overjoyed with this, 

Fell on the ground, and wold have kissed Guy's feete: 

"Father," quoth he, "refraine soe base a kisse, 
For age to honor youth I hold unmeete." 

* Neck. 

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158 THE KISS IN POETRY. 



THE HUMORS OF VERSE. 

ON MY REFUSING ANGELINA A KISS UNDER THE 
MISTLETOE. 

Nay, fond one, shun that mistletoe, 

Nor lure me 'neath its fatal bough : 
Some other night 'twere joy to go, 

But ah ! I must not, dare not, now ! 
'Tis sad, I own, to see thy face 

Thus tempt me with its giggling glee, 
And feel I cannot now embrace 

The opportunity — and thee. 

'Tis sad to think that jealousy's 

Sharp scissors may our true love sever, 
And that my coldness now may freeze 

Thy warm affection, love, forever. 
But ah ! to disappoint our bliss, 

A fatal hindrance now is stuck : 
'Tis not that I am loath to kiss, 

But, dearest, — I have dined on duck. 



MOCK HEROICS. 

Out from the dark, wild forest 

Rode the terrible Heinz Von Stein, 

And paused at the front of a tavern, 
And gazed at the swinging sign. 

Then he sat himself down in a corner, 
And growled for a bottle of wine ; 

Up came — with a flask and a corkscrew- 
A maiden of beauty divine. 



THE KISS IN POETRY. 159 

Then he sighed, with a deep love sighing, 

And said, "O damsel mine, 
Suppose you just give a few kisses 

To the valorous Ritter Von Stein?" 

But she answered, "The kissing business 

Is not at all in my line ; 
And surely I shall not begin it 

On a countenance ugly as thine." 

Then the knight was exceedingly angry, 
And he cursed both coarse and fine ; 

And he asked her what was the swindle 
For her sour and nasty wine. 

And fiercely he rode to his castle, 

And sat himself down to dine : 
And this is the fearful legend 

Of the terrible Heinz Von Stein. 

The closing stanza of the old English ballad called 
M The Rural Dance about the May-pole" is as follows : 
" Let's kiss," says Jane ; " Content," says Nan, 
And so says every she ; 

" How many?" says Batt ; "Why, three," says Matt, 
"For that's a maiden's fee." 
But they, instead of three, 
Did give them half a score, 
And they in kindness gave 'em, gave 'em, 
Gave 'em as many more. 

There is a song of the reign of Queen Anne begin- 
ning : 

" Go from my window, go, 
Or something at you I may throw:" 



160 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

to which a lover replies, — 

" Throw me or blow me a kiss, 
And nothing can then come amiss. " 

From the old Scotch ballad, "The Souter and his 
Sow," we take the following stanza: 
The souter gae his sow a kiss. 
" Grumph" (quo' the sow) "it's for my birse;" 
" And wha gae ye sae sweet a mou' ?" 
Quo' the souter to the sow. 
" Grumph" (quo' the sow) " and wha gae ye 
A tongue sae sleekit and sae slee?" 

Some of our readers will remember the humorous old 
Scotch song in which these verses occur : 

" Auld wifie, auld wine, will ye go a-shearing?" 

" Speak a little louder, sir, I'm unco dull o' hearing." 

" Auld wifie, auld wifie, will ye let me kiss ye?" 

" I hear a little better, sir, may a' the warld bless ye." 

In Cheshire and Staffordshire the lines run thus : 
" Old woman, old woman, may I come and kiss you?" 
"Yes, and thank you kindly, sir, and may Heaven bless 
you." 

Many will recognize these old verses: 
Some say that kissing's a sin, 

But I think it's nane ava ; 
For kissing has wonn'd in this warld 

Since ever there was twa. 
Oh, if it wasna lawfu', 

Lawyers wadna allow it ; 
If it wasna holy, 

Ministers wadna do it. 



THE KISS IN POETRY. 161 

If it wasna modest, 

Maidens wadna tak it ; 
If it wasna plenty, 

Puir folks wadna get it. 

KING KEDER. 
The only account of this apocryphal monarch is a 
poetic myth relating to an amorous design, from the frus- 
tration of which was named the town of Kidderminster : 
King Keder saw a pretty girl, 
King Keder would have kissed her, 
The damsel nimbly slipped aside, 

and so 
King Keder, missed her, 

Keder missed her. 

Shakspeare, in his "Venus and Adonis," gives this 
picture of tantalizing caprice : 

Upon this promise did he raise his chin, 

Like a dive dapper peering through a wave, 
Who, being looked on, ducks as quickly in ; 

So offers he to give what she did crave ; 
But when her lips were ready for his pay, 
He winks, and turns his lips another way. 

As a specimen of what the human mind can effect in 
the way of amatory poetry, we take the following from a 
journal of the period : 

When Carlo sits in Sally's chair, 
Oh, don't I wish that I were there ! 
When her fairy fingers pat his head, 
Oh, don't I wish 'twas me instead ! 
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1 62 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

When Sally's arms his neck imprison, 
Oh, don't I wish my neck was his'n ! 
When Sally kisses Carlo's nose, 
Oh, don't I wish that I were those ! 



THE PUBLICAN'S DAUGHTER. 
Tn George Colman's musical farce, "The Review, or 
the Wags of Windsor," Looney Mactwolter falls in love 
with Judy O'Flannikin: 

Judy's a darling ; my kisses she suffers : 

She's an heiress, that's clear, 

For her father sells beer ; 
He keeps the sign of the Cow and the Snuffers. 

In Hood's " Retrospective Review," " Oh, when I was 
a tiny boy," etc., occurs this stanza: 

Oh for the lessons learned by heart ! 
Ay, though the very birch's smart 
Should mark those hours again ; 
I'd " kiss the rod," and be resigned 
Beneath the strokes, and even find 
Some sugar in the cane ! 

In Robert Southey's " Love Elegies," the poet relates 
how he obtained Delia's pocket-handkerchief, and shows 
that "the eighth commandment was not made for love," 
when he proceeds as follows : 

Here, when she took the macaroons from me, 

She wiped her mouth to clean the crumbs so sweet ! 

Dear napkin ! yes, she wiped her lips in thee, — 
Lips sweeter than the macaroons she eat. 



THE KISS IN POETRY, 163 

And when she took that pinch of Maccabaw 
That made my love so delicately sneeze, 

Thee to her Roman nose applied I saw ; 

And thou art doubly dear for things like these. 

No washerwoman's filthy hand shall e'er, 
Sweet pocket-handkerchief ! thy worth profane ; 

For thou hast touched the rubies of my fair, 
And I will kiss thee o'er and o'er again. 

Scotch song abounds with pleasant allusions to the 
custom of kissing, like this, for example, from a well- 
known West Highland ditty : 

Dumbarton's drums beat bonnie, O, 
When they mind me o' my dear Johnny, O ; 
How happy am I, 
When my soldier is by, 
When he kisses and blesses his Annie, O ! 
'Tis a soldier alone can delight me, O,* 
For his graceful looks do invite me, O ; 
Whilst guarded in his arms, 
I'll fear no war's alarms, 
Neither danger nor death shall e'er fright me, O. 



ROBIN GOODFELLOW. 
When lads and lasses merry be, 

With possets and with junkets fine, 
Unseen of all the company 

I eat their cakes and sip their wine, 

* " But I think my heart was e'en sairer when I saw that hellicat 
trooper, Tarn Halliday, kissing Jenny Dennison afore my face. I won- 
der women can hae the impudence to do sic things ; but they are a' for 
the redcoats." — SCOTT: Old Mortality. 



1 64 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

And, to make sport, 
I whoop and snort, 

And out the candles I do blow : 
The maids I kiss : 
They shriek, " Who's this?" 

I answer nought but ho, ho, ho I* 



NOSES. 
How very odd that poets should suppose 
There is no poetry about a nose, 
When plain as is man's nose upon .his face, 
A nose-less face would lack poetic grace ! 
Noses have sympathy, a lover knows : 
Noses are always touched, when lips are kissing ; 
And who would care to kiss, if nose were missing? 



" BEWARE OF PAINT." 
A lover sat down with his love by his side, 
With a countenance joyous, and beaming with pride. 
As he gazed on the blending of beauty and art, 
A thrill of delight filled his innermost heart; 
And, revelling there in his visions of bliss, 
He thought to obtain from the fair one a kiss. 
But ere he had gained the much-coveted prize, 
The scales of love's blindness dropped off of his eyes ; 
For he marked the fixed hue of the maidenly blush, 
And detected the carmine that passed for a flush 
Of the life-giving tide, with its ebb and its flow, 
Like a lake in the sunset with reddening glow. 

* " The Merry Pranks of Robin Goodfellow," from which this stanza 
is taken, though attributed to Ben Jonson, is not found among his works. 



THE KISS IN rOETRY. ^5 

"Faugh!" thought he, — "is't only a semblance, fair 

saint, 
Of beauty and youth, — only powder and paint? 
Have I been deceived by the likeness of truth, 
By counterfeit bloom and by parodied youth ? 
Ah, that beautiful brow I was wont to declare 
Did vie with the lily, so white and so fair, 
I find to my sorrow, and e'en to love's blight, 
Owes its blanch to enamel or pure lily-white! 
No, no, I decline ! I relinquish the bliss 
I had hoped to derive from a rapturous kiss, 
Lest the mark of the brush I might haply erase, 
And leave a significant print on her face ; 
Nor more will I fondly encircle her neck, 
Lest the counterfeit fairness my sleeve may bedeck, 
And I care not to bear on demonstrative arms 
Such manifest mark of decadence of charms." 

, CI W. M. Pegram. 

THE SHADOWS. 
In the twilight gloom 
The family sat in the sitting-room, 
Chatting the hour away 
Before tea, 
While Kate and I were watching the gray 
Of evening descend o'er the sea, 
As in a bow-window stood we. 

We talked of times 
That touched our hearts as the evening's chimes ; 
Holding her hand in mine, — 
Happy me ! 
And as we looked at the stars that shine, 
I kissed her, and she kissed me, 
As in a bow-window stood we. 



1 66 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

Then oped the door, 
Arid the light of a lamp fell on the floor; 
While a maid did call 
Them to tea. 
And, as they turned, this sight saw all, — 
Shadows were kissing on the wall, 
As in a bow-window kissed we. 



THE SMACK IN SCHOOL. 

A district school, not far away, 

'Mid Berkshire hills and winter's day, 

Was humming with its wonted noise 

Of threescore mingled girls and boys, 

Some few upon their tasks intent, 

But more on furtive mischief bent. 

The while the master's downward look 

W T as fastened on a copy-book, 

Rose sharp and clear a rousing smack, 

As 'twere a battery of bliss 

Let off in one tremendous kiss ! 

"What's that?" the startled master cries. 

"That, thir," a little imp replies, 

" Wath William Willuth, if you pleathe, — 

I thaw him kith Thuthannah Peathe !" 

With frown to make a statue thrill, 

The master thundered, " Hither, Will !" 

Like wretch o'ertaken in his track, 

With stolen chattels on his back, 

Will hung his head in fear and shame, 

And to the awful presence came, — 

A great, green, bashful simpleton, 

The butt of all °:ood-natured fun. 



THE KISS IN POETRY. 167 

With smile suppressed, and birch upraised, 

The threatener faltered, " I'm amazed 

That you, my biggest pupil, should 

Be guilty of an act so rude ! 

Before the whole set school, to boot. 

What evil genius put you to't?" 

" 'Twas she herself, sir," sobbed the lad ; 

" I didn't mean to be so bad ; 

But when Susannah shook her curls, 

And whispered I was 'fraid of girls, 

And dursn't kiss a baby's doll, 

I couldn't stand it, sir, at all, 

But up and kissed her on the spot. 

I know — boo-hoo — I ought to not, 

But somehow, from her looks — boo-hoo — 

I thought she kind o' wished me to !" 



THE BALLAD OF THE OYSTERMAN. 

Then up arose the oysterman, and to himself said he, 
I guess I'll leave the skiff at home, for fear that folks 

should see ; 
I read it in the story-book, that, for to kiss his dear, 
Leander swam the Hellespont, — and I will swim this 

here. 

And he has leaped into the waves, and crossed the shining 

stream, 
And he has clambered up the bank, all in the moonlight 

gleam ; 
Oh, there were kisses sweet as dew, and words as soft as 

rain, 
But they have heard her father's step, and in he leaps 

again. 



1 68 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

(The lover is seized with the cramp and is drowned, 
and the maiden never awakens from her "swound.") 

Fate has metamorphosed them, in pity of their woe, 
And now they keep an oyster-shop for mermaids down 
below. Holmes. 

ANCIENT SPANISH LYRIC. 
Since for kissing thee, Minquillo, 

My mother scolds me all the day, 
Let me have it quickly, darling, 

Give me back my kiss, I pray. 

If we have done aught amiss, 

Let's undo it while we may; 
Quickly give me back my kiss, 

That she may have naught to say. 

Do, — she makes so great a bother, 
Chides so sharply, looks so grave, — 

Do, my love, to please my mother, 
Give me back the kiss I gave. 

Out upon you, false Minquillo ! 

One you give, but two you take ; 
Give me back the one, my darling, 

Give it for my mother's sake. 

THE BROKEN PITCHER. 

[From the Spanish.] 

It was a Moorish maiden was sitting by a well, 

And what the maiden thought of, I cannot, cannot tell, 

When by there rode a valiant knight for the town of 

Oviedo, 
Alfonzo Guzman was the knight, the Count of Des- 

paredo. 



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169 






"O maiden, Moorish maiden, why sitt'st thou by the 

spring? 
Say, dost thou seek a lover, or any other tiling? 
Why gazest thou upon me with eyes so large and wide, 
And wherefore doth the pitcher lie broken by thy side?" 

" I do not seek a lover, thou Christian knight so gay, 
Because an article like that hath never come my way; 
And why I gaze upon you I cannot, cannot tell, 
Except that in your iron hose you look uncommon well. 

"My pitcher it is broken, and this the reason is : 
A shepherd came behind me and tried to steal a kiss ; 
I would not stand his nonsense, so ne'er a word I spoke, 
But scored him on the costard, and so the jug was 
broke. 

" My uncle the Alcayde, he waits for me at home, 
And will not take his tumbler until Zorayda come. 
I cannot bring him water, the pitcher is in pieces, 
And so I'm sure to catch it, 'cos he wollops all his 
nieces." 

"O maiden, Moorish maiden, wilt thou be ruled by me? 
So wipe thine eyes and rosy lips, and give me kisses 

three, 
And I'll give thee my helmet, thou kind and courteous 

lady, 
To carry home the water to thy uncle the Alcayde." 

He lighted down from off his steed — he tied him to a 

tree — 
He bowed him to the maiden, and took his kisses three: 
"To- wrong thee, sweet Zorayda, I swear would be a 

sin!" 
He knelt him at the fountain, and dipped his helmet in. 
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170 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

Up rose the Moorish maiden, — behind the knight she 
steals, 

And caught Alfonzo Guzman up tightly by the heels, 

She tipped him in, and held him down, beneath the bub- 
bling water, 

"Now, take thou that for venturing to kiss Al Hamet's 
daughter !" 

A Christian maid is weeping in the town of Oviedo, 
She waits the coming of her love, the Count of Des- 

paredo. 
I pray you all, in charity-, that you will never tell 
How he met the Moorish maiden beside the lonely well. 



THE "BASIA" OF JOHANNES SECUNDUS. 

The true name of the Dutch poet Johannes Secundus 
was Johannes Everard. He was born at the Hague in 
151 1, and died at Utrecht in 1536. His " Opera Poetica" 
consist of elegies, odes, epigrams, and other poems, 
written in purely classical Latin. Of these productions, 
the "Basia," or "Kisses" (Utrecht, 1539), have been 
most admired, and have been ranked with the lyrics 
of Catullus. They have been repeatedly translated into 
the principal European languages, the English versions 
being by Nott and Stanley. We offer selections from the 
latter, for such of our readers as are unfamiliar with the 
rapturous Dutchman's florid effusions. 
The introductory epigram is as follows: 

Lycinna scorns my Kisses; they are chaste, 
Not stout enough for her experienced taste ; 
And ^Elia calls me " bard with languid strings," 
She that to Love in streets her offerings brings. 



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THE A'/SS IN POETRY. 

Perhaps my utmost strength they seek to know, 
To prove my vigor! — Go ! vile wantons, go ! 
My strength, my vigor, long despair to find ; 
For you these kisses never were designed ; 
Never for you were these soft measures wrought : 
Read me, ye tender brides of boys untaught ; 
Read me, of brides untaught ye tender boys, 
Yet new to Venus' sweetly varying joys ! 



KISS I. 

THE ORIGIN OF KISSES. 

When young Ascanius, by the Queen of Love, 

Was wafted to Cythera's lofty grove, 

The slumbering boy upon a couch she laid, 

A fragrant couch, of new-blown violets made, 

The blissful bower with shadowing roses crowned, 

And balmy-breathing airs diffused around. 

Soon, as she watched, through all her glowing soul 
Impassioned thoughts of lost Adonis stole. 
How oft, as memory hallowed all his charms, 
She longed to clasp the sleeper in her arms! 
How oft she said, admiring every grace, 
" Such was Adonis ! such his lovely face !" 

But, fearing lest this fond excess of joy 

Might break the slumber of the beauteous boy, 

On every rose-bud that around him blowed, 

A thousand nectared kisses she bestowed ; 

And straight each opening bud, which late was white, 

Blushed a warm crimson to the astonished sight. 

Still in Dione's breast soft wishes rise, 

Soft wishes, vented with soft-whispered sighs. 



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THE KISS IN rOETRY. 



Thus, by her lips unnumbered roses pressed, 
Kisses, unfolding in sweet bloom, confessed; 
And, flushed with rapture at each new-born kiss, 
She felt her swelling soul o'erwhelmed in bliss. 

Now round this orb, soft-floating on the air, 

The beauteous goddess speeds her radiant car ; 

As in gay pomp the harnessed cygnets fly, 

Their snow-white pinions glitter through the sky : 

And like Triptolemus, whose bounteous hand 

Strewed golden plenty o'er the fertile land, 

Fair Cytherea, as she flew along, 

O'er the vast lap of nature kisses flung; 

Pleased from on high she viewed the enchanted ground. 

And from her lips thrice fell a magic sound : 

He gave to mortals corn on every plain, 

But she those sweets which mitigate my pain. 

Hail, then, ye kisses! that can best assuage 
The pangs of love, and soften all its rage ! 
Ye balmy kisses ! that from roses sprung ; 
Roses ! on which the lips of Venus hung : 
Your bard am I ; while yet the Aonian shades 
Boast their proud verdures and their flowery glades, 
While yet a laurel guards the sacred spring, 
My fond, impassioned muse of you shall sing; 
And Love, enraptured with the Latin name, 
With that dear race from which your lineage came, 
In Latin strains shall celebrate your praise, 
And tell your high descent to future days. 



KISS II. 

As round some neighboring elm the vine 
Its amorous tendrils loves to twine ; 



THE KISS IN rORTRY. 

As round the oak, in many a maze, 
The ivy flings its gadding sprays: 
Couldst thou, Neaera, thus enlace 
My neck with clinging close embrace; 
If thine with such tenacious hold 
My arms, Neaera, could enfold, 
And nought could those sweet bonds dissever, 
But we cling on and kiss forever ; 
Then, Ceres, Bacchus, sleep, adieu! 
Good friends, I'd ask no more of you. 
Oh, not for these, my love, oh, no, 
Would I thy vermil lips forego; 
But, lost in kisses never ending, 
Our lives in mutual bliss expending, 
One bark should waft our spirits o'er, 
United, to the Stygian shore: 
Then, passing through a transient night, 
We'd enter soon those fields of light, 
Where, breathing richest odors round, 
A spring eternal paints the ground ; 
Where heroes, once in valor proved, 
And beauteous heroines, once beloved, 
Again with mutual passion burn, 
Feel all their wonted flames return, 
And now in sportive measures tread 
The flowery carpet of the mead, 
Now sing the jocund, tuneful tale, 
Alternate in the myrtle vale, 
Where ceaseless zephyrs fan the glade, 
Soft-murmuring through the laurel shade ; 
Beneath whose waving foliage grow 
The violet sweet of purple glow, 
The daffodil that breathes perfume, 
And roses of immortal bloom : 
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174 THE KISS IN POETPY. 

Where Earth her gifts spontaneous yields, 
Nor ploughshare cuts the unfurrowed fields. 

Soon as we entered these abodes 
Of happy souls, of demi-gods, 
The blest would all respectful rise, 
And view us with admiring eyes ; 
Would seat us 'mid the immortal throng, 
Where I, renowned for tender song, 
A poet's and a lover's praise, 
At once should claim and gain the bays ; 
While thou, enthroned above the rest, 
Shouldst shine in Beauty's train confest : 
Nor should the mistresses of Jove 
Such partial honors disapprove; 
E'en Helen, though of race divine, 
Would to thy charms her rank resign. 



KISS III. 

" One little kiss, sweet maid !" I cry, 

And round my neck your arms you twine ! 

Your luscious lips of crimson dye 

With rapturous haste encounter mine. 

But quick those lips my lips forsake, 

With wanton, tantalizing jest ; 
So starts some rustic from the snake 

Beneath his heedless footstep prest. 

Is this to grant the wished-for kiss? 

Ah ! no, my love, — 'tis but to fire 
The bosom with a transient bliss, 

Inflaming unallayed desire. 



THE KISS IN POETRY. 

KISS IV. 

'Tis not a kiss you give, my love ! 

'Tis richest nectar from above ! 

A fragrant shower of balmy dews, 

Which thy sweet lips alone diffuse ! 

'Tis every aromatic breeze, 

That wafts from Afric's spicy trees; 

'Tis honey from the osier hive, 

Which chymist bees with care derive 

From all the newly-opened flowers 

That bloom in Cecrops' roseate bowers, 

Or from the breathing sweets that grow 

On famed Hymettus' thymy brow : 

But if such kisses you bestow, 

If from your lips such raptures flow, 

Thus blest, supremely blest by thee, 

Ere long I must immortal be ; 

Must taste on earth those joys that wait 

The banquets of celestial state. 

Then cease thy bounty, dearest fair ! 

Such precious gifts then spare ! oh, spare ! 

Or, if I must immortal prove, 

Be thou immortal too, my love ! 

For, should the heavenly powers request 

My presence at the ambrosial feast, 

Nay, should they Jove himself dethrone, 

And yield to me his radiant crown, 

I'd scorn it all, nor would 1 deign 

O'er golden realms of bliss to reign, 

Jove's radiant crown I'd scorn to wear, 

Unless thou might'st such honors share ; 

Unless thou too, with equal sway, 

Might'st rule with me the realms of day. 



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176 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

KISS V. 

While tenderly around me cast 
Your arms, Neaera, hold me fast, 
And hanging o'er, to view confest 
Your neck and gently-heaving breast, 
Down on my shoulders soft decline 
Your beauties more than half divine, 
With wandering looks that o'er me rove, 
And fire the melting soul with love: 

While you, Neaera, fondly join 

Your little pouting lips with mine, 

And frolic bite your amorous swain, 

Complaining soft if bit again, 

And sweetly murmuring pour along 

The trembling accents of your tongue, 

Your tongue, now here, now there that strays, 

Now here, now there delighted plays, 

That now my humid kisses sips, 

Now wanton darts between my lips ; 

And on my bosom raptured lie, 

Venting the gently-whispered sigh, 

A sigh that kindles warm desires, 

And kindly fans life's drooping fires ; 

Soft as the zephyr's breezy wing, 

And balmy as the breath of spring : 

While you, sweet nymph ! with amorous play, 
In kisses suck my breath away; 
My breath with wasting warmth replete, 
Parched by my breast's contagious heat ; 
Till, breathing soft, you pour again 
Returning life through every vein ; 



'1HE KISS JN POETRY. 

Thus soothe-to rest my passion's rage, 

Love's burning fever thus assuage : 

Sweet nymph ! whose breath can best allay 

Those fires that on my bosom prey, 

Breath welcome as the cooling gale 

That blows when scorching heats prevail : 

Then, more than blest, I fondly swear, 

" No power can with Love's power compare ! 

None in the starry court of Jove 

Is greater than the god of Love ! 

If any can yet greater be, 

Yes, my Neaera ! yes, 'tis thee !" 



KISS VI. 

Two thousand kisses of the sweetest kind, 

'Twas once agreed, our mutual love should bind ; 

First from my lips a raptufous thousand flowed, 

Then you a thousand in your turn bestowed ; 

The promised numbers were fulfilled, I own, 

Hut love sufficed with numbers ne'er was known ! 

Who thinks of counting every separate blade 

Upon the meadow's verdant robe inlaid ? 

Who prays for numbered ears of ripening grain, 

When lavish Ceres yellows o'er the plain ? 

Or to a scanty hundred would confine 

The clustering grapes, when Bacchus loads the vine? 

Who asks the guardian of the honeyed store 

To grant a thousand bees, and grant no more ? 

Or tells the drops, while o'er some thirsty field 

The liquid stores are from above distilled? 

When Jove with fury hurls the moulded hail, 

And earth and sea destructive storms assail, 

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178 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

Or when he bids, from his tempestuous sky, 

The winds unchained with wasting horror fly, 

The god ne'er heeds what harvests he may spoil, 

Nor yet regards each desolated soil : 

So, when its blessings bounteous heaven ordains, 

It ne'er with sparing hand the good restrains; 

Evils in like abundance too it showers ; 

Well suits profusion with immortal powers ! 

Then, since such gifts with heavenly minds agree, 

Shed, goddess-like, your blandishments on me ; 

And say, Neaera ! for that form divine 

Speaks thee descended of ethereal line, — 

Say, goddess ! than that goddess lovelier far 

Who roams o'er ocean in her pearly car, — 

Your kisses, boons celestial, why withhold, 

Or why by scanty numbers are they told ? 

Still you ne'er count, hard-hearted maid, those sighs 

Which in my laboring breast incessant rise ; 

Nor yet those lucid drops of tender woe 

Which down my cheeks in quick succession flow. 

Yes, dearest life ! your kisses number all ; 

And number, too, my sorrowing tears that, fall : 

Or, if you count not all the tears, my fair, 

To count the kisses sure you must forbear. 

But let your lips now soothe a lover's pain, 

(Yet griefs like mine what soothings shall restrain !) 

If tears unnumbered pity can regard, 

Unnumbered kisses must each tear reward. 



KISS VII. 

Kisses told by hundreds o'e^, 
Thousands told bv thousands more, 



THE KISS IN POETRY. 

Millions, countless millions, then, 
Told by millions o'er again, 
Countless as the drops that glide 
In the ocean's billowy tide, 
Countless as yon orbs of light 
Spangled o'er the vault of light.. 
I'll with ceaseless love bestow 
On those cheeks of crimson glow, 
On those lips so gently swelling, 
On those eyes such fond tales telling. 

But when circled in thy arms, 
As I'm panting o'er thy charms, 
O'er thy cheeks of rosy bloom, 
O'er thy lips that breathe perfume, 
O'er thine eyes so sweetly bright, 
Shedding soft expressive light, — 
Then, nor cheeks of rosy bloom, 
Nor thy lips that breathe perfume, 
Nor thine eyes' expressive light, 
Bless thy lover's envious sight ; 
Nor that soothing smile, which cheers 
All his tender hopes and fears : 
For, as radiant Phoebus streams 
O'er the globe with placid beams, 
Whirling through the ethereal way 
The fiery-axled car of day, 
And from the tempestuous sky 
While the rapid coursers fly, 
All the stormy clouds are driven 
Which deformed the face of heaven . 
So thy golden smile, my fair, 
Chases every amorous care ; 
Dries the torrents of mine eyes ; 
Calms my fond, tumultuous sighs. 



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180 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

Oh ! how emulous the strife 
'Twixt my lips and eyes, sweet life ! 
Of thy charms are these possest, 
Those are envious till they're blest : 
Think not, then, that in my love 
I'll be rivalled e'en by Jove, 
When such jealous conflicts rise 
'Twixt my very lips and eyes. 



KISS VIII. 

Ah ! what ungoverned rage, declare, 
Nesera, too capricious fair, 
What unrevenged, unguarded wrong, 
Could urge thee thus to wound my tongue ? 

Perhaps you deem the afflictive pains 
Too trifling, which my heart sustains, 
Nor think enough my bosom smarts 
With all the sure, destructive darts 
Incessant sped from every charm, 
That thus your wanton teeth must harm, 
Must harm that little tuneful thing, 
Which wont so oft thy praise to sing, 
What time the morn has streaked the skies, 
Or evening's faded radiance dies, 
Through painful days consuming slow, 
Through lingering nights of amorous woe. 

This tongue, thou know'st, has oft extolled 
Thy hair in shining ringlets rolled ; 
Thine eyes with tender passion bright; 
Thy swelling breast of purest white ; 
Thy taper neck of polished grace ; 
And all the beauties of thy face ; 



THE KISS IN POETRY. 181 

Beyond the lucid orbs above, 
Beyond the starry throne of Jove ; 
Extolled them in such lofty lays 
That gods with envy heard the praise. 

Oft has it called thee every name 
Which boundless rapture taught to frame ; 
My life ! my joy ! my soul's desire ! 
All that my wish could e'er require! 
My pretty Venus ! and my love! 
My gentle turtle ! and my dove ! 
Till Cypria's self with envy heard 
Each partial, each endearing word. 

Say, beauteous tyrant ! dost delight 
To wound this tongue in wanton spite ? 
Because, alas ! too well aware 
That every wrong it yet could bear 
Ne'er urged it once in angry strain 
Of thy unkindness to complain ; 
But, suffering patient all its harms/ 
Still would it sing thy matchless charms, 
Sing the soft lustre of thine eye, 
Sing thy sweet lips of rosy dye, 
Nay, still those guilty teeth 'twould sing, 
Whence all its cruel mischiefs spring : 
E'en now it lisps in faltering lays, 
While yet it bleeds, Neaera's praise : 
Thus, beauteous tyrant ! you control, 
Thus sway my fond, enamored soul ! 



KISS IX. 

Cease thy sweet, thy balmy kisses ; 
Cease thy many- wreathed smiles ; 
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t82 m THE KISS IN POETRY. 

Cease thy melting, murmuring blisses ; 
Cease thy fond, bewitching wiles : 

On my bosom soft reclined, 
Cease to pour thy tender joys ; 

Pleasure's limits are confined, 
Pleasure oft repeated cloys. 

Sparingly your bounty use ; 

When I ask for kisses nine, 
Seven at least you must refuse, 

And let only two be mine; 

Yet let these be neither long, 
Nor delicious sweets respire, 

But like those which virgins young 
Artless give their aged sire : 

Such as, with a sister's love, 
Beauteous Dian may bestow 

On the radiant son of Jove, 
Phoebus of the silver bow. 

Tripping light with wanton grace, 
Now my lips disordered fly, 

And in some retired place 

Hide thee from my searching eye. 

Each recess I'll traverse o'er 

Where I think thou liest concealed ; 

Every covert I'll explore, 

Till my wanton's all revealed : 

Then, in sportive, amorous play, ■ 
Victor-like I'll seize my love ; 

Seize thee as the bird of prey 
Pounces on a trembling dove. 



THE KISS IN POETRY. 183 

Captive then, and sore dismayed, 

How you'll fondle, how you'll plead, 

Vainly offering, silly maid, 
Seven sweet kisses to be freed ! 

Not so fast, fair runaway ! 

Kisses seven times seven be mine ! 
Chained within these arms you stay 

Till I touch the balmy fine. 

Paying then the forfeit due, 

By your much-loved beauties swear, 

Faults like these you'll still pursue, 
Faults which kisses can repair. 



KISS X. 

In various kisses various charms I find, 

For changeful fancy loves each changeful kind : 

Whene'er with mine thy humid lips unite, 

Then humid kisses with their sweets delight ; 

From ardent lips so ardent kisses please, 

For glowing transports often spring from these. 

What joy ! to kiss those eyes that wanton rove, 

Then catch the glances of returning love; 

Or clinging to the cheek of crimson glow, 

The bosom, shoulder, or the neck of snow ; 

What pleasure ! tender passion to assuage, 

And see the traces of our amorous rage 

On the soft neck or blooming cheek exprest, 

On the white shoulder, or still whiter breast ! 

'Twixt yielding lips, in every thrilling kiss, 

To dart the trembling tongue, — what matchless bliss ! 

Inhaling sweet each other's mingling breath, 

While Love lies gasping in the arms of Death ! 



1 84 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

While soul with soul in ecstasy unites, 
Entranced, impassioned, with the fond delights 
From thee received, or given to thee, my love ! 
Alike to me those kisses grateful prove ; 
The kiss that's rapid, or prolonged with art, 
The fierce, the gentle, equal joys impart : 
But mark ! be all my kisses, beauteous maid, 
With different kisses from thy lips repaid ; 
Then varying rapture shall from either flow, 
As varying kisses either shall bestow : 
And let the first who with an unchanged kiss 
Shall cease to thus diversify the bliss, 
Observe, with looks in meek submission dressed, 
That law by which this forfeiture's expressed : 
" As many kisses as each lover gave, 
As each might in return again receive, 
So many kisses from the vanquished side 
The victor claims, so many ways applied." 

KISS XI. 
Some think my kisses too luxurious told, 
Kisses, they say, not known to sires of old : 
But, while entranced on thy soft neck I lie, 
And o'er thy lips in tender transport die, 
Shall I then ask, dear life, perplexed in vain, 
Why rigid cynics censure thus my strain? 
Ah, no ! thy blandishments so rapturous prove 
That every ravished sense is lost in love : 
Blest with those blandishments, divine I seem, 
And all Elysium paints the blissful dream. 
Neaera heard, — then, smiling, instant threw 
Around my neck her arm of fairest hue, 
And kissed me fonder, more voluptuous far, 
Than Beauty's queen e'er kissed the god of War 



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"What (cries the nymph) ! and shall my amorous bard 
Pedantic wisdom's stern decree regard? 
Thy cause must be at my tribunal tried : 
None but Neaera can the point decide." 

KISS XII. 

Modest matrons, maidens, say, 

Why thus turn your looks away ? 

Frolic feats of lawless love, 

Of the lustful powers above, 

Forms obscene that shock the sight, 

In my verse I ne'er recite, — 

Verse where naught indecent reigns ; 

Guiltless are my tender strains, 

Such as pedagogues austere 

Might with strict decorum hear, 

Might, with no licentious speech, 

To their youth reproachless teach. 

I, chaste votary of the Nine, 

Kisses sing of chaste design. 

Maids and matrons yet, with rage, 

Frown upon my blameless page, — 

Frown, because some wanton word 

Here and there by chance occurred, 

Or the cheated fancy caught 

Some obscure though harmless thought. 

Hence, ye prudish matrons! hence, 

Squeamish maids devoid of sense ! 

And shall these in virtue dare 

With my virtuous maid compare, — 

She who in the bard will prize 

What she'll in his lays despise? 

Wantonness with love agrees, 

But reserve in verse must please. 
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KISS XIII. 

With amorous strife exanimate I lay ; 

Around your neck my languid arm I threw ; 
My trembling heart had just forgot to play, 

Its vital spirit from my -bosom flew; — 

The Stygian lake, the dreary realms below, 
To which the sun a cheering beam denies, 

Old Charon's boat, slow-wandering to and fro, 
Promiscuous passed before my swimming eyes, — 

When you, Neaera ! with your humid breath 

O'er my parched lips the deep-fetched kiss bestowed 

Sudden my fleeting soul returned from death, 
And freightless hence the infernal pilot rowed. 

Yet soft, — for, oh, my erring senses stray ; — 
Not quite unfreighted to the Stygian shore 

Old Charon steered his lurid bark away : 
My plaintive shade he to the Manes bore. 

Then, since my soul can here no more remain, 
A part of thine, sweet life, that loss supplies ! 

But what this feeble fabric must sustain, 
If of thy soul that part its aid denies ! 

And much I fear; for, struggling to be free, 
Oft from its new abode it fain would roam ; 

Oft seeks, impatient to return to thee, 
Some secret pass to gain its native home. 

Unless thy fostering breath retards its flight, 
It now prepares to quit this falling frame : 

Haste, then ; to mine thy clinging lips unite, 
And let one spirit feed each vital flame, 



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Till, after frequent ecstasies of bliss, 

Mutual, unsating to the impassioned heart, 

From bodies thus conjoined, in one long kiss, 
That single life which nourished both shall part. 

KISS XIV. 
Those tempting lips of scarlet glow 

Why pout with fond, bewitching art? 
For to those lips, Neaera, know, 

My lips shall not one kiss impart. 

Perhaps you'd have me greatly prize, 
Hard-hearted fair, your precious kiss; 

But learn, proud mortal, I despise 
Such cold, such unimpassioned bliss. 

Think' st thou I calmly feel the flame 

That all my rending bosom fires, 
And patient bear, through all my frame, 

The pangs of unallayed desires ? 

Ah, no ! — but turn not thus aside 
Those tempting lips of scarlet glow ; 

Nor yet avert, with angry pride, 

Those eyes, from whence such raptures flow ! 

Forgive the past, sweet-natured maid ; 

My kisses, love, are all thy own : 
Then let my lips to thine be laid, 

To thine, more soft than softest down. 

KISS XV. 
The Idalian boy, to pierce Nesera's heart, 
Had bent his bow, had chose the fatal dart ; 
But when' the child, in wonder lost, surveyed 
That brow, o'er which your sunny tresses played, 



1 88 THE KISS IN POETRY. 

Those cheeks, that blushed the rose's warmest dye, 
That streamy languish of your lucid eye, 
That bosom, too, with matchless beauty bright 
(Scarce Cypria's own could boast so pure a white), 
Though mischief urged him first to wound my fair, 
Yet partial fondness urged him now to spare. 
But, doubting still, he lingered to decide; 
At length, resolved, he flung the shaft aside, 
Then sudden rushed impetuous to thy arms, 
And hung voluptuous on thy heavenly charms : 
There as the boy in wanton folds was laid, 
His lips o'er thine in varied kisses played ; 
With every kiss he tried a thousand wiles, 
A thousand gestures, and a thousand smiles ; 
Your inmost breast with Cyprian odors filled, 
And all the myrtle's luscious scent instilled : 
Lastly, he swore by every power above, 
By Venus' self, the potent Queen of Love, 
That you, blest nymph, forever should remain 
Exempt from amorous care, from amorous pain. 
What wonder, then, such balmy sweets should flow 
In every grateful kiss your lips bestow^? 
What wonder, then, obdurate maid, you prove 
Averse to all the tenderness of love? 



KISS XVI. 

Bright as Venus' golden star, 
Fair as Dian's 'silver car, 
Nymph with every charm replete, 
Give me hundred kisses sweet ; 
Then as many kisses more 
O'er my lips profusely pour, 



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As the insatiate bard could want, 
Or his bounteous Lesbia grant ; 
As the vagrant Loves that stray 
On thy lips' nectareous way ; 
As the dimpling Graces spread 
On thy cheeks' carnationed bed ; 
As the deaths thy lovers die; 
As the conquests of thine eye, 
Or the cares and fond delights 
Which its changeful beam incites ; 
As the hopes and fears we prove, 
Or the impassioned sighs, in love ; 
As the shafts by Cupid sped, 
Shafts by which my heart has bled ; 
As the countless stores that still 
All his golden quiver fill. 
Whispered plaints, and wanton wiles, 
Speeches soft, and soothing smiles, 
Teeth-imprinted, tell-tale blisses, 
Intermix with all thy kisses. 
So, when zephyr's breezy wing 
Wafts the balmy breath of spring, 
Turtles thus their loves repeat, 
Fondly billing, murmuring sweet, 
While their trembling»pinions tell 
What delights their bosoms swell. 

Kiss me, press me, till you feel 

All your raptured senses reel ; 

Till your eyes, half closed and dim, 

In a dizzy transport swim, 

And you murmur faintly, "Grasp me, 

Swooning, in your arms, oh, clasp me." 



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In my fond sustaining arms 

I will hold your drooping charms; 

While the long, life-teeming kiss 

Shall recall your soul to bliss ; 

And, as thus the vital store 

From my humid lips I pour, 

Till, exhausted with the play, 

All my spirit wastes away, 

Sudden, in my turn, I'll cry, 

" Oh, support me, for I die." 

To your fostering breast you'll hold me, 

In your warm embrace enfold me, 

While your breath, in nectared gales, 

O'er my sinking soul prevails, 

While your kisses sweet impart 

Life and rapture to my heart. 

Thus, when youth is in its prime, 
Let's enjoy the golden time; 
For when smiling youth is past, 
Age these tender joys shall blast : 
Sickness, which our bloom impairs, 
Slow-consuming, painful cares, 
Death, with dire remorseless rage, 
All attend the steps of age. 




THE .KISS IN DRAMATIC 
LITERATURE. 



SELECTIONS FROM SHAKSPEARE. 

So full of valor that they smote the air 

For breathing in their faces ; beat the ground 

For kissing of their feet j yet always bending 

Towards their project. 

Tempest, iv. I. 

Fie, fie ! how wayward is this foolish love, 
That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, 
And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod. 

Two Gentlemen of Verotta, i. 2. 

Why, then we'll make exchange; here, take you this, 
And seal the bargain with a holy kiss. 

Two Gentlemen of Verona, ii. 2. 



She shall be dignified with this high honor, — 
To bear my lady's train ; lest the base earth 
Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss. 

Two Gentlemen of Verona, ii. 4. 



The current that with gentle murmur glides, 

Thou know'st, being stopped, impatiently doth rage; 

But, when his fair course is not hindered, 

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192 



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He makes sweet music with th' enameled stones, 
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge 
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage. 

Two Gentlemen of Verona, ii. 7. 



Falstaff. Her husband, dwelling in a continual 'larum 

of jealousy, comes me in the instant of our encounter, 

after we had embraced, kissed, protested, and, as it were, 

spoke the prologue of our comedy. 

Merry Wives, iii. 5. 

What is love? 'tis not hereafter; 
Present mirth hath present laughter; 

What's to come is still unsure : 
In delay there lies no plenty; 
Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty, 
• Youth's a stuff will not endure. 

__ Twelfth Night, ii. 3. 

Take, oh, take those lips away, 
That so sweetly were forsworn ; 

And those eyes, the break of day, 
Lights that do mislead the morn : 

But my kisses bring again, 

Seals of love, but sealed in vain. 

Measure for Measure, ii. I. 



Benedict. Only foul words ; and thereupon I will kiss 
thee. 

Beatrice. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is 
but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I 
will depart unkissed. 

Much Ado, v. 2. 



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To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? 
Crystal is muddy. Oh, how ripe in show 
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow ! 
That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow, 
Fanned with the eastern wind, turns to a crow 
When thou hold'st up thy hand : Oh, let me kiss 
This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss ! 

Midsummer Nights Dream, iii. 2. 



So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not 

To those fresh morning drops upon the rose, 

As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote 
The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows. 

Lovers Labor Lost, iv. 3. 

Why, this is he 
That kissed away his hand in courtesy ; 

the ladies call him, sweet; 

The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet. 

Love's Labor Lost, v. 2. 

Why, that's the lady; all the world desires her; 
From the four corners of the earth they come, 
To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint. 

Merchant of Venice, ii. 7. 

Some there be that shadows kiss ; 
Some have but a shadow's bliss. 

Merchant of Venice, ii. 9. 

The moon shines bright. In such a night as this, 

When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, 

And they did make no noise 

Merchant of Venice, v. I. 



I 9 4 THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 

If you be well pleased with this, 
And hold your fortune for your bliss, 
Turn you where your lady is, 
And claim her with a loving kiss. 

Merchant of Venice, iii. 2. 

Rosalind. His very hair is of the dissembling color. 

Celia. Something browner than Judas' : marry, his 
kisses are Judas' own children. 

R. V faith, his hair is of a good color. 

C. An excellent color : your chestnut was ever the only 
color. 

R. And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch 
of holy bread". 

C. He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana : a nun 

of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the 

very ice of chastity is in them. 

As You Like It, iii. 4. 

Rosalind. Come, woo me, woo me ; for now I am in a 
holiday humor, and like enough to consent. What would 
you say to me now, an I were your very very Rosalind ? 

Orlando. I would kiss before I spoke. 

R. Nay, you were better speak first ; and when you 
were gravelled for lack of matter, you might take occa- 
sion to kiss. Very good orators, when they are out, they 
will spit ; and for lovers, lacking (God warn us) matter, 
the cleanliest shift is to kiss. 

O. How if the kiss be denied ? 

R. Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins 
new matter. As You Like It, iv. 1. 

Clown. He that comforts my wife is the nourisher of 
my flesh and blood ; he that cherishes my flesh and blood 



THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. i 95 

loves my flesh and blood ; he that loves my flesh and 
blood is my friend : ergo, he that kisses my wife is my 
friend. 

Alls Well that Ends Well, i. 3. 



Helena. I would not tell you what I would. My lord — 
'faith, yes ; — 
Strangers and foes do sunder, and not kiss. 
Alls Well that Ends Well, ii. 5. 



I saw sweet beauty in her face, 
Such as the daughter of Agenor had, 
That made great Jove to humble him to her hand, 
When with his knees he kissed the Cretafe strand. 

Taming 0/ the Shrew, i. I, 

Petruchio. I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe 
How much she loves me. Oh, the kindest Kate ! — 
She hung about my neck ; and kiss on kiss 
She vied so fast, protesting oath on oath, 
That in a tvvink, she won me to her love. 

Taming of the Shrew, ii. I. 



Gremio. This done, he took the bride about the neck, 
And kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack, 
That, at the parting, all the church did echo. 

Taming of the Shrew, iii. 2. 



Petruchio. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. 
Katharine. What, in the midst of the street ? 
P. What, art thou ashamed of me ? 
K. No, sir; God forbid : — but ashamed to kiss. 



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P. Why, then let's home again. Come, sirrah, let's 
away. 

K. Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, love, 
stay. 

Taming of the Shrew, v. I. 

Never gazed the moon 
Upon the water, as he'll stand, and read, 
As 'twere, my daughter's eyes; and, to be plain, 
I think there is not half a kiss to choose 
Who loves another best. 

Winter's Tale, iv. 3. 

Never saw I 
Wretches sq quake : they kneel, they kiss the earth. 

Winter's Tale, v. I. 

Leontes. You are married ? 

Florizel. We are not, sir, nor are we like to be ; 
The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first. 

Winter's Tale, v. I. 

Perdita. Do not say 'tis superstition that 

I kneel, and then implore her blessing. Lady, 
Dear queen, that ended when I but began ; 
Give me that, hand of yours to kiss. 

Paulina. Oh, patience ; 

The statue is but newly fixed, the color's 
Not dry.* 

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Leo?ites. There is an air comes from her. What fine 
chisel 

* Shakspeare, it will be observed, represents Hermione as a colored 
statue. Paulina will not allow it to be touched, because the paint is not 
yet dry. 



THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 197 

Could ever yet cut breath ? Let no man mock me, 
For I will kiss her. 

Paulina. Good my lord, forbear: 

The ruddiness upon her lip is wet ; 
You'll mar it if you kiss it; stain your own 
With oily painting. 

Winter's Tale, v. 3. 



Is it night's predominance, or the day's shame, 

That darkness does the face of earth entomb, 

When living light should kiss it ? 

Macbeth, ii. 4. 



Macbeth. I'll not yield 

To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, 

And to be baited with the rabble's curse. 

Macbeth, v. 7. 

Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, 
As seal to this indenture of my love. 

King John, ii. I. 



Fortune shall cull forth 
Out of one side her happy minion ; 
To whom in favor she shall give the day, 
And kiss him with a glorious victory. 

King John, ii. 2. 



Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course 

Through my burned bosom ; nor entreat the north 

To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips, 

And comfort me with cold. 

King yohn, v. 6. 

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198 THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 

{Richard to Bolingbroke, kneeling. ) 
Fair cousin, you debase your princely knee, 
To make the base earth proud with kissing it. 

Richard II., iii. 3. 



{Richard to the Queen. ) 
Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me ; 
And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made.* 

* ^ 3= * * ^ 
Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief, 
Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief. 
One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part : 

Thus give I mine, and thus I take thy heart. \_They kiss. 
Queen. Give me mine own again ; 'twere no good part, 
To take on me to keep, and kill thy heart. [Kiss again. 
So now I have mine own again, begone, 
That I may strive to kill it with a groan. 

Richard II, v. I. 

I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, 
And that's a feeling disputation. 

1 Henry IV., ii. 2. 

Falstaff. Thou dost give me flattering busses. 

Doll. Nay, truly : I kiss thee with a most constant heart. 

2 Henry IV., ii. 4. 

Pistol. Touch her soft mouth, and march. 
Bardolph. Farewell, hostess. [Kissing her. 

Nym. I cannot kiss, that is the humor of it ; but adieu. 

Henry V, ii. 4. 

* A kiss appears to have been an established incident in ancient Eng- 
lish marriage ceremonies. 



THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 109 

I kiss his dirty shoe, and from my heart-strings 

I love the lovely bully. 

Henry V., iv. i. 



King Henry. Katharine, break thy mind to me in 
broken English. Wilt thou have me? 

Katharine. Dat is, as it shall please de ?'oy mon pere. 

Hen. Nay, it will please him well, Kate; it shall please 
him, Kate. 

Kath. Den it shall also content me. 

Hen. Upon that I will kiss your hand, and I call you — 
my queen. 

Kath. Laissez, mon seigneur, laissez, laissez : mafoy,je 
?ie veux point que vous abaissez vostre grandeur en baisant 
la main d'un vostre indigne serviteure ; excusez moy, je 
vous supplie, ?non tres puissant seigneur. 

Hen. Then I will kiss your lips, Kate. 

Kath. Les dames, et damoiselles, pour estre baisees de- 
vant leur nopces, il rf est pas le coutume de France. 

Hen. Madam my interpreter, what says she? 

Alice. Dat it is not de fashion pour les ladies of France, 
— I cannot tell what is, baiser, en English. 

Hen. To kiss. 

Alice. Your majesty entendre bettre que moy. 

Hen. It is not the fashion for the maids in France to 
kiss before they are married, would she say? 

Alice. Ouy, vrayment. 

Hen. O Kate, nice customs curtsey to great kings. 
Dear Kate, you and I cannot be confined within the weak 
list of a country's fashion ; we are the makers of manners, 
Kate; and the liberty that follows our places stops the 
mouths of all find-faults, as I will do yours, for uphold- 
ing the nice fashion of your country, in denying me a 
kiss : therefore, patiently, and yielding [kissing her]. 




200 THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 

You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate; there is more 
eloquence in the sugar touch of them than in the tongues 
of the French council, and they should sooner persuade 
Harry of England than a general petition of monarchs. 

Henry V, v. 2. 

Mortimer. Direct mine arms, I may embrace his neck, 
And in his bosom spend my latter gasp ; 
Oh, tell me, when my lips do touch his cheeks, 
That I may kindly give one fainting kiss. 

I Henry VI, ii. 5. 

{Suffolk to Lady Margaret.') 

Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner. • 

fairest beauty, do not fear, nor fly ; 

For I will touch thee but with reverent hands, 
And lay them gently on thy tender side. 

1 kiss these fingers \kisses her hand~\ for eternal peace. 

1 Henry VI., v. 3. 

King Henry. Welcome, Queen Margaret ; 

I can express no kinder sign of love, 

Than this kind kiss. 

2 Henry VI, i. I. 

{Queen Margaret to Suffolk, kissing his hand.') 
Oh, could this kiss be printed in thy hand, 
That thou mightst think upon these by the seal, 
Through whom a thousand sighs are breathed for thee !* 



* That by the impression of my kiss forever remaining on thy hand, 
thou mightst think on those lips through which a thousand sighs will be 
breathed for thee. 



THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 201 

Oh, go not yet! Even thus two friends condemned 
Embrace, and kiss, and take ten thousand leaves. 

2 Henry VI, iii. 2. 

And that I lave the tree from whence thou sprang'st, 
Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit. 
[Aside. ~\ To say the truth, so Judas kissed his master; 
And cried, all hail ! when as he meant all harm. 

3 Henry VI., v. 7. 

Teach not thy lip such scorn ; for it was made 
For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. 

Richard III., i. 2. 

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, 

Which, in their summer beauty, kissed each other. 

Richard III, iv. 3. 

{Henry VIII. to Anne Builen, after the dance?) 

Sweetheart, 

I were unmannerly, to take you out, 

And not to kiss you.* 

Henry VIII, i. 4. 

The hearts of princes kiss obedience, 

So much they love it. 

Henry VIII., iii. I. 

Cressida. My lord, I do beseech you pardon me ; 
'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss : 
I am ashamed, — Oh, heavens ! what have* I done? 

Troihts and Cressida, iii. 2. 

* A kiss was anciently in England the established fee of a lady's 
partner. The 'custom is still prevalent among some of the country- 
people. 

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: THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 

As many farewells as the stars in heaven, 

With distinct breath and consigned kisses to them, 

He fumbles up into a loose adieu ; 

And scants us with a single famished kiss, 

Distasted with the salt of broken tears. 

Troilus and Cressida, iv. 4. 



{Headquarters of the Grecian camp. Enter Diomed 
with Cressida.) 

Agamemnon. Is this the lady .Cressid ? 

Diomed. - Even she. 

Again. Most dearly welcome to the Greeks, sweet lady. 

Nestor. Our general doth salute you with a kiss. 

Ulysses. Yet is the kindness but particular ; 
'Twere better she were kissed in general. 

Nest. And very courtly counsel : I'll begin. — 
So much for Nestor. 

Achilles. I'll take that winter from your lips, fair lady: 
Achilles bids you welcome. 

Menelaus. I had good argument for kissing once. 

Patroclus. But that's no argument for kissing now. 
•%. ^ ^ h^ % * 

The first was Menelaus' kiss ; — this, mine ; 
Patroclus kisses you. 

Men. * Oh, this is trim ! 

Pair. Paris and I kiss evermore for him. 

Men. I'll have my kiss, sir :— Lady, by your leave. 

Cressida. In kissing, do you render or receive ?* 

Patr. Both take and give. 



* Thus Bassanio, in "The Merchant of Venice," when he kisses 

Portia : 

_ " Fair lady, by your leave, 

1 come by note to give and to receive." 



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Cres. I'll make my match to live. 

The kiss you take is better than you give ; 
Therefore no kiss. 

Men. I'll give you boot, I'll give you three for one. 

Cres. You're an odd man ; give even or give none. 
******* 

Ulyss. May I, sweet lady, beg a kiss of you ? 

Cres. You may. 

Ulyss. I do desire it. 

Cres. Why, beg, then. 

Ulyss. Why, then, for Venus' sake, give me a kiss 
When Helen is a maid again and his. 

Cres. I am your debtor, claim it when 'tis due. 

Ulyss. Never' s my day, and then a kiss of you. 

Troilus and Cressn/a, iv. 5. 

{Cressida to Di'omed.) 

Thy master now lies thinking in his bed 

Of thee, and me j and sighs, and takes my glove, 

And gives memorial dainty kisses to it, 

As I kiss thee. 

Troihts and Cressida, v. 2. 

( Timon, looking on the gold. ) 
Thou ever young, fresh, loved, and delicate wooer, 
Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow 
That lies on Dian's lap ! thou visible god, 
That solder'st close impossibilities, 
And mak'st them kiss ! 

Timon of Athens, iv. 3. 

Oh, a kiss 
Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge ! 
Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss 



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I carried from thee, dear; and my true lip 
Hath virgined it e'er since. 

Coriolanus, v. 3. 

Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, 
Assemble all the poor men of your sort ; 
Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears 
Into the channel, till the lowest stream 
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. 

Julius Ccesar, i. I. 

Let but the commons hear his testament, 

And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, 

And dip their napkins in his sacred blood. 

Julius Ccesar, iii. 2. 

Last thing he did, dear queen, 

He kissed — the last of many doubled kisses — 

This orient pearl. 

Antony and Cleopatra, i. 5. 



{Cleopatra to Messenger.) 
If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here 
My bluest veins to kiss ; a hand, that kings 
Have lipped, and trembled kissing. 

Antony and Cleopatra, ii. 5. 

We have kissed away 
Kingdoms and provinces. 

Antony and Cleopatra, iii. 8. 

Antony. Fare thee well, dame, whate'er becomes of me 
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And worthy shameful check it were, to stand 
On more mechanic compliment. 

Antony and Cleopatra, iv. 4. 

Antony. I am dying, Egypt, dying ; only 
I here importune death awhile, until 
Of many thousand kisses the poor last 
I lay upon thy lips. 

^c He H= * * * * 

Cleopatra. And welcome, welcome ! die, where thou 

hast lived : 

Quicken with kissing; had my lips that power, 

Thus would I wear them out. 

Antony and Cleopatra, iv. 13. 

Cleopatra. Gome, then, and take the last warmth of 
my lips. 

If she first meet the curled Antony, 

He'll make demand of her; and spend that kiss, 

Which is my heaven to have. 

Antony and Cleopatra, v. 2. 

Imogene. Then waved his handkerchief? 
Pisanio. And kissed it, madam. 

Imogene. Senseless linen ! happier therein than I ! 

Cymbeline, i. 4. 

Ere* I could 
Give him that parting kiss, which I had set 
Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father, 
And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north, 

Shakes all our buds from growing. 

Cymbeline, i. 4. 
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206 THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 

Cytherea, 
How bravely thou becom'st thy bed ! fresh lily ! 
And whiter than the sheets ! That I might touch ! 
But kiss ; one kiss ! Rubies unparagoned, 
How dearly they do't ! — 'tis her breathing that 
Perfumes the chamber thus. ' 

Cymbeline, ii. 2. 

Lnogene. Last night 'twas on mine arm ; I kissed it ; 

I hope it be not gone to tell my lord 

That I kiss aught but he. 

Cymbeline, ii. 3. 

Oh, had the monster seen those lily hands 
Tremble, like aspen leaves, upon a lute, 
And make the silken strings delight to kiss them, 
He would not then have touched them for his life. 

Titus Andronicus, ii. 5. 

Thou know'st this, 
'Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss. 

Pericles, i. 2. 

A city on whom plenty held full hand, 

Whose towers bore heads so high, they kissed the clouds. 

Pericles, i. 4. 

Gloster. Oh, let me kiss that hand ! 

Lear. Let me wipe it first ; it smells of mortality. 

King Lear, iv. 6. 

Cordelia. Oh, my dear father ! Restoration, hang 
Thy medicine on my lips ; and let this kiss 
Repair those violent harms, that my two sisters 
Have in thy reverence made. 

King Lear, iv. 7. 



THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 207 
These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows. 

Romeo and J.ili<.t, i. I. 

And in this state she* gallops night by night 

******* 
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream ; 
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, 
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.f 

Romeo and Juliet, i. 4. 

Romeo. If I profane with my unworthy hand 
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this, — 
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand 
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. 
Juliet. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too 
much, 
Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; 
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, 
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. 

Romeo. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? 
Juliet. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they mu;t use in prayer. 
Romeo. Oh, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; 
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. 
Juliet. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' 

sake. 
Romeo. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. 
Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged. 

{Kissing her. ) J 

• Queen Mab. 

f Probable allusion to the kissing comfits mentioned by Falstaff, 
" Merry Wives," v. 5. 

% The poet here, no doubt, copied from the mode of his own time, 
since kissing a lady in a public assembly was not then thought inde- 
corous. In King Henry VIII., Act i., scene v., Lord Sands is repre- 
sented as kissing Anne Boleyn, next whom he sat at supper. 



2o8 THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 

Juliet. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. 
Romeo. Sin from my lips? Oh, trespass sweetly urged ! 
Give me my sin again. 
Juliet. You kiss by the book. 

Romeo and Juliet, i. 5. 



Oh that I were a glove upon that hand, 

Romeo and Juliet, ii. 2. 



That I might touch that cheek 



These violent delights have violent ends, 

And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, 

Which, as they kiss, consume. 

Romeo and Juliet, ii. 6. 

They may seize 
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand, 
And steal immortal blessings from her lips ; 
Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, 
Still blush as thinking their own kisses sin. 

Romeo and Juliet, iii. 3. 

Romeo. Eyes, look your last ! 

Arms, take your last embrace ! and lips, O you 
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss, 
A dateless bargain to engrossing death. 

Romeo and Juliet, v. 3. 

Juliet. Drink all, and leave no friendly drop, 

To help me after? — I will kiss thy lips; 
Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them, 
To make me die with a restorative. 

Romeo and Juliet, v. 3. 

Alas, poor Yorick ! . . . Here hung those lips that I 
have kissed I know not how oft. 

Hamlet, v. I. 



THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 209 

Jago. Very good; well kissed ! an excellent courtesy. 

kx Othello, ii. I. 

4 

Emilia. Tin's was her first remembrance* from the 
Moor. 
My wayward husband hath a hundred times 
Wooed me to steal it ; but she so loves the token, 
That she reserves it evermore about her, 
To kiss, and talk to. Othello, iii. 3. 

Othello. I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips; 
He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, 
Let him not know it, and he's not robbed at all. 

Othello, in. 3. 

/ago. One of this kind is Cassio : 

In sleep I heard him say, " Sweet Desdemona, 

Let us be wary, let us hide our loves !" 

And then, sir, would he gripe, and wring my hand, 

Cry, "Oh, sweet creature !" and then kiss me hard, 

As if he plucked up kisses by the roots, 

That grew upon my lips. 

Othello, iii. 3. 

Othello. I kissed thee ere I killed thee, — no way but 

this, 

Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. 

Othello, v. 2. 

BEN JONSON. 
Their lips were sealed with kisses, and the voice, 
Drowned in a flood of joy at their arrival, 
Had lost her motion, state, and faculty. 

Every Man in his Humor, iii. 3. 

* The handkerchief. 
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210 THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 

Oh, sweet Fastidious ! Oh, fine courtier ! How comely 
he bows him in his courtesy ! how full he hits a woman 
between the lips when he kisses ! 

Every Man out of his Htimor, iv. I. 

Hedon. You know I call madam Philautia my Honor; 
and she calls me her Ambition. Now, when I meet her 
in the presence anon, I will come to her, and say, Sweet 
Honor, I have hithe?'to contented my sense with the lilies of 
your hand, but now I will taste the roses of your lip ; and, 
withal, kiss her: to which she cannot but blushingly 
answer, Nay, now you are too ambitious. And then do I 
reply: I cannot be too Ambitious of Honor, sweet lady. 
Will' t not be good? ha? ha? 

Anaides. Oh, assure your soul. 

Hedon. By heaven, I think 'twill be excellent ; and a 

very politic achievement of a kiss. 

Cynthia's Revels, ii. I. 

He that had the grace to print a kiss on those lips should 
taste wine and rose-leaves. Oh, she kisses as close as a 
cockle. 

»o* Cynthia's Revets, v. 2. 

Your city ladies, you shall have them sit in every shop, 
like the muses, offering you the Castalian dews and the 
Thespian liquors to as many as have but the sweet grace 
and audacity to — sip of their lips. 

Poetaster, iii. I. 

A beauty ripe as harvest, 

Whose skin is whiter than a swan all over, 

Than silver, snow, or lilies ! A soft lip, 

Would tempt you to eternity of kissing. 

Fox, i. I. 



THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 211 

Praise them, flatter them, you shall never want elo- 
quence or trust: even the chastest delight to feel them- 
selves that way rubbed. With praises you must mix kisses 
too; if they take them, they'll take more, — though they 
strive, they would be overcome. 

Silent Woman, iv. I. 

Face. This is the noble knight, 
I told your ladyship 

Mammon. Madam, with your pardon, 
I kiss your vesture. 

Do/. Sir, I were uncivil 
If I would suffer that ; my lip to you, sir. 

Alchemist, iv. I, 

Subtle. I cry this lady mercy ; she should first 
Have been saluted. [Kisses her.~\ I do call you lady, 
Because you are to be one ere 't be long, 
My soft and buxom widow. 

Kastril. Is she, i' faith ? 

Sub. Yes, or my art is an egregious liar. 

Kas. How know you? 

Sub. By inspection on her forehead 

And subtlety of her lip, which must be tasted 

Often, to make a judgment. 

Alchemist, iv. I. 



Beaufort. Then I have read somewhere that man and 
woman 
Were, in the first creation, both one piece, 
And, being cleft asunder, ever since 
Love was an appetite to be rejoined, 
As for example — [Kisses Laititia. 

A T ew Inn, iii. 2. 



212 THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 

Prudence. The hour is come ; your kiss. 

Lady F. My servant's song, first. 

Prudence. I say the kiss, first ; and I so enjoined it. 
At your own peril, do, make the contempt. 

Lady F. Well, sir, you must be paid, and legally. 

{Kisses Lovel. 

Prudence. Nay, nothing, sir, beyond. 

Lovel. One more — I except. 
This was but half a kiss, and I would change it. 

Prudence. The court's dissolved, removed, and the 

play ended. 

No sound or air of love more ; I decree it. 

A r eu Inn, iv. 3. 

Ma?'ian. You are a wanton. 

Robin Hood. One, I do confess, 

I want-ed till you came ; but now I have you 

I'll grow to your embraces till two souls, 

Distilled into kisses through our lips, 

Do make one spirit of love. 

Sad Shepherd, i. 2. 

She that will but now discover 
Where the winged wag doth hover 
Shall to-night receive a kiss, 
How or where herself would wish ; 
But who brings him to his mother 
Shall have that kiss and another. 

Hue and Cry after Cupid. 

BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. 

Kiss you at first, my lord ! 'tis no fair fashion ; 

Our lips are like rose-buds : blown with men's breaths, 

They lose both sap and savor. 

Mad Lover. 



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213 



Guiomar. You sent this letter? 

Rittilio. My boldness makes me blush now. 

Guiomar. I'll wipe off that; 
And with this kiss I take you for my husband. 
Your wooing's done, sir ; I believe you love me, 
And that's the wealth I look for now. 

Custom of the Country. 

My charity shall go along with thee, 

Though my embraces must be far from thee. 

I should have killed thee, but this sweet repentance 

Locks up my vengeance ; for which thus I kiss thee, 

The last kiss we must take ! And would to Heaven 

The holy priest that gave our hands together 

Had given us equal virtues. 

AlaicTs Tragedy. 

Duke. Didst thou ne'er wish, Olympia, 
It might be thus? 

Olympia. A thousand times. 

Duke. Here, take him ! 
Nay, do not blush ; I do not jest ; kiss sweetly. 
Boy, you kiss faintly, boy. Heaven give ye comfort ! 
Teach him, — he'll quickly learn. There's two hearts 

eased now. Loyal Subject. 

Eros. While you were honest 

I loved you too. 

Septimius. Honest? Come, pr'ythee kiss me. 

Eros. I kiss no knaves, no murderers, no beasts, 

No base betrayers of those men that fed 'em ; 

I hate their looks ; and, though I may be wanton, 

I scorn to nourish it with bloody purchase. 

False One. 



2i 4 THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 

Cleopatra. [To Ccesar.~\ I stood slighted, 

Forgotten and contemned ; my soft embraces, 
And those sweet kisses you called Elysium, 
As letters writ in sand, no more remembered. 

False One. 

Sceva. \_To Ccesar.~] Whilst you are secure here, 

And offer hecatombs of lazy kisses 

To the lewd god of love and cowardice, 

And most lasciviously die in delights, 

You are begirt with the fierce Alexandrians. 

False One. 

Come, friends, and kill me. 

Caesar, be kind, and send a thousand swords ; 

The more the greater is my fall. Why stay ye ? 

Come, and I'll kiss your weapons. 

Valentinian. 

Oh, my heart ! 
How have I longed to meet you, how to kiss 
Those lily hands, how to receive the bliss 
That charming tongue gives to the happy ear 
Of him that drinks your language ! 

Faithful Shepherdess. 

I am not bashful, virgin ; I can please 
At first encounter, hug thee in mine arm, 
And give thee many kisses, soft and warm 
As those the sun prints on the smiling cheek 
Of plums or mellow peaches. 

Faithful Shepherdess. 

LILLY. 
Cupid and my Campaspe played 
At cards for kisses ; Cupid paid : 



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215 



He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, 

His mother's doves, and team of sparrows, — 

Loses them too ; then down he throws 

The coral of his lip, the rose 

Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), 

With these the crystal of his brow, 

And then the dimple on his chin: 

All these did my Campaspe win. 

At last he set her both his eyes: 

She won, and Cupid blind did rise. 

O Love ! has she done this to thee ? 

What shall, alas ! become of me ? 

Alexander and Campaspe. 

MARLOWE. 

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, 
And burnt the topmost towers of Ilium? 
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. 
Her lips suck forth my soul : see, where it flies ! 

Faustus. 

MARSTON. 

She comes like — oh, no simile 
Is precious, choice, or elegant enough 
To illustrate her descent ; leap, heart, she comes, — 
She comes ! smile, heaven, and, softest southern wind, 
Kiss her cheek gently with perfumed breath. 
She comes ; creation's purity, admired, 
Adored, amazing rarity, — she comes ! 

5jC 5fC 5{i 5jC JfC 

Mount, blood, soul, to my lips, taste Hebe's cup ; 
Stand firm on deck, when beauty's close fight's up. 

Antotiio and Mellida. 



216 THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 

If thou knew'st my happiness, 

Thou wouldst even grate away thy soul to dust 

In envy of my sweet beatitude : 

I cannot sleep for kisses ; I cannot re^t 

For ladies' letters that importune me 

With such unused vehemence of love, 

Straight to solicit them, that — 

Antonio and Mellida. 

MASSINGER. 

May I taste 

The nectar of her lip ? I do not give it 

The praise it merits : antiquity is too poor 

To help me with a simile to express her: 

Let me drink often from this living spring, 

To nourish new invention. 

Emperor of the East. 

Sforza. Can any act, though ne'er so loose, that may 
Invite or heighten appetite, appear 
Immodest or uncomely? Do not move me ; 
My passions to you are in extremes, 
And know no bounds : — come, kiss me. 

Marcelia. I obey you. 

Sforza. By all the joys of love, she does salute me 

As if I were her grandfather ! What witch, 

With cursed spells, hath quenched the amorous heat 

That lived upon these lips ? Tell me, Marcelia, 

And truly tell me, is't a fault of mine 

That hath begot this coldness? 

Duke of Milan. 

Francisco. {Preserving the dead body of Marcelia. ~\ 

Your ladyship looks pale ; 
But I, your doctor, have a ceruse for you. 



THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 217 

See, my Eugenia, how many faces 

That are adored in court, borrow these helps, 

[Paints the cheeks. 

And pass for excellence, when the better part 

Of them are like to this. Your mouth smells sour, too, 

But here is that shall take away the scent, 

A precious antidote old ladies use 

When they would kiss, knowing their gums are rotten. 

\_Paints the lips. 

These hands, too, that disdained to take a touch 

From any lip whose owner writ not lord, 

Are now but as the coarsest earth. 

Duke of Milan. 

Lovell. If then you may be won to make me happy, 
But join your lips to mine, and that shall be 
A solemn contract. 

Lady Allworthy. I were blind to my own good 
Should I refuse it [kisses him'] ; yet, my lord, receive me 
As such a one, the study of whose whole life 
Shall know no other object but to please you. 

New Way to Pay Old Debts. 



FORD. 
She never used, my lord, 
A second means, but kissed the letter first, 
O'erlooked the superscription, then let fall 
Some amorous drops, kissed it again, talked to it 
Twenty times over, set it to her mouth, 
Then gave it to me, then snatched it back again, 
Then cried, " Oh, my poor heart !" and, in an instant, 
" Commend my truth and secrecy." Such medley 
Of passion yet I never saw in woman. 

Lady 's Trial. 
K 19 



2i8 THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 

Piero. Does not yourself know, lady? 

Amoretta. I do not uthe 
To thpen lip-labor upon quethtionths 
That I mythelf can anthwer. 

Futelli. No, sweet madam, 
Your lips are destined to a better use, 
Or else the proverb fails of lisping maids. 

Amoretta. Kithing you mean ; pray come behind with 
Your mockths then, 
My lipth will therve the one to kith the other. 

Lady's Trial. 

HEYWOOD. 

The path of pleasure, and the gate to bliss, 
Which on your lips I knock at with a kiss. 

Woman Killed -with Kindness. 



My wife, the mother to my pretty babes! 
Both those lost names I do restore thee back, 
And with this kiss I wed thee once again. 
Though thou art wounded in thy honored name, 
And with that grief upon thy death-bed liest, 
Hone-st in heart, upon my soul, thou diest. 

Woman Killed with Kindness. 



SHIRLEY. 

I'm disinherited, thrown out of all, 

But the small earth I borrow, thus to walk on ; 

And, having nothing left, I come to kiss thee, 

And take my everlasting leave of thee, too. 

Farewell ! this will persuade thee to consent 

To my eternal absence. 

The Brothers. 



THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 219 

DRYDEN. 

She brought her cheek up close, and leaned on his ; 
At which he whispered kisses back on hers. 

All for Love. 

Oh, let me live forever on those lips ! 
The nectar of the gods to these is tasteless. 

Ampliytrion. 

OTWAY. 
He scarce afforded one kind parting word, 
But went away so cold, the kiss he gave me 
Seemed the forced compliment of sated love. 

Orphan. 

Belvidera . ( To Jaffier. ) 
I'll make this arm a pillow for thine head, 
And, as thou sighing best, and swelled with sorrow, 
Creep to thy bosom, pour the balm of love 
Into thy soul, and kiss thee to thy rest ; 
Then praise our God, and watch thee till the morning. 

Venice Preserved. 

LANSDOWNE. 

The kiss you take is paid by that you give : 
The joy is mutual, and I'm still in debt. 

Heroic Love. 

GOLDSMITH. 
Marlow. To guess at this distance, you can't be much 
above forty. [Approaching.] Yet nearer, I don't think 
so much. [Approaching.'] By coming close to some 
women, they look younger still ; but when we come very 
close indeed — [Attempting to kiss her.] 



220 THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 

Miss Hardcastle. Pray, sir, keep your distance. One 
would think you wanted to know one's age as they do 
horses, by mark of mouth. 

She Stoops to Conquer. 

KNOWLES. 

There may you read in him how love would seem 
Most humble when most bold, — you question which 
Appears to kiss her hand, — his breath or lips! 

Hunchback. 



Modus. You've questioned me, and now I'll question 
you. 

Helen. What would you learn? 

Mod. The use of lips ? 

Hel. To speak. 

Mod. Naught else? 

Hel. " How bold my modest cousin grows !" 
Why, other use know you ? 

Mod. I do. 

Hel. Indeed! 
You're wondrous wise ! And, pray, what is it ? 

Mod. This. {Attempts to kiss her.} 

Hel. Soft ! My hand thanks you, cousin ; for my lips, 
I keep them for a husband ! Nay, stand off ! 
I'll not be held in manacles again. 

Hunchback. 



SCHILLER. 

Coimtess. Doors creaked and clapped ; 

I followed panting, but could not o'ertake thee ; 
When on a sudden did I feel myself 
Grasped from behind, — the hand was cold that grasped me. 



THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 221 

'Twas thou, and thou didst kiss me, and there seemed 
A crimson covering to envelop us. 

WalUnstein. That is the crimson tapestry of my cham- 
ber. 

*o* Wallenstein. 

GOETHE. 

Oh, hear me, look upon me, how my heart 

After long desolation now unfolds 

Unto this new delight, to kiss thy head, 

Thou dearest, dearest one of all on earth, 

To clasp thee with my arms, which were but thrown 

On the void winds before. 

Iphigenia. 

ALFIERI. 

O children ! O my children ! to my soul 

Your innocent words and kisses are as darts 

That pierce it to the quick. 

Alcestis. 

LONGFELLOW. 
Victorian. Since yesterday I've been in Alcala. 
Ere long the time will come, sweet Preciosa, 
When that dull distance shall no more divide us, 
And I no more shall scale thy wall by night 
To steal a kiss from thee, as I do now. 

Preciosa. An honest thief, to steal but what thou givest. 

Spanish Student. 

BULWER-LYTTON. 
Melnotte. I hold her in these arms — the last embrace ! 
Never, ah, nevermore shall this dear head 
Be pillowed on the heart that should have sheltered 
And has betrayed ! Soft — soft ! one kiss — poor wretch ! 



222 THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 

No scorn on that pale lip forbids me now ! 

One kiss — so ends all record of my crime ! 

It is the seal upon the tomb of Hope, 

By which, like some lost, sorrowing angel, sits 

Sad Memory evermore. Lady of Lyons. 

De Mauprat. \_To Julie, kissing her ha?id.~] Ay; 
With my whole heart I love you ! — 

[To De Beringhe?i.~\ Now, sir, go, 
And tell that to his Majesty ! Who ever 
Heard of its being a state-offence to kiss 
The hand of one's own wife ? 



Richelieu. 



TALFOURD. 
The widow of the moment fix her gaze 
Of longing, speechless love upon her babe, 
The only living thing which yet was hers, 
Spreading its arms for its own resting-place, 
Yet with attenuated hand wave off 
The unstricken Child, and so embraceless die, 
Stirling the mighty hunger of the heart. 



Lon. 



She scarcely raised 
Her head, -until her work — a bridal robe — 
Hung dazzling on her arm ; as then she sought 
Her chamber, I impressed one solemn kiss 
Upon her icy brow: then, as aroused 
From stupor by poor sympathy, she threw 
Her arms around my neck ; and, whispering low, 
But piercingly, conjured me to keep watch 
Upon her thinkings, lest or.e erring wish 
Should rise to mar her duty to her lord. 

Glen coe. 



223 



THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 

MISS MITFORD. 

He used to call me child, 
His dearest child ; and when I grasped his hand 
Would hold me from him with a long fond gaze, 
And stroke my hair, and kiss my brow, and- bid 
Heaven bless his sweet Camilla! And to-night 
Nought but to bed ! to bed ! 

Foscari. 

King. [To Cromwell.'] Sir, 

Thou seest me with my children. Doth thine errand 
Demand their absence ? 

Cromwell. No. I sent them to thee 

In Christian charity. Thou hast not fallen 
Among the heathen ! 

King. Howsoever sent, 

It was a royal boon. My heart hath ached 
With the vain agony of longing love 
To look upon those blooming cheeks, to kiss 
Those red and innocent lips, to hear the sound 
Of those dear voices. Charles the First. 

PROCTER. 

Oh, Isidora, where — 
Where are you loitering now when Guido's here? 
By the bright god of love, I'll punish you, 
Idler, and press your rich red lips until 
The color flies. Mirandola. 

MRS. BROWNING. 
\_Eve to Adam.~\ Because I comprehend 

This human love, I shall not be afraid 
Of any human death ; and yet because 
I know this strength of love, I seem to know 



224 THE KISS IN DRAMATIC LITERATURE. 

Death's strength by that same sign. Kiss on my lips, 

To shut the door close on my rising soul, 

Lest it pass outward in astonishment, 

And leave thee lonely. Drama of Exile. 

Adam. A child's kiss 

Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad — 

Thy hand, which plucked the apple, I clasp close ; 
Thy lips, which spake wrong counsel, I kiss close. 

t Ct Drama of Exile. 

TENNYSON. 
Milkmaid. [Singing without. ~\ 
Shame upon you, Robin, 

Shame upon you now ! 
Kiss me would you ? with my hands 

Milking the cow ? 

Daisies grow again, 

Kingcups blow again, 
And you came and kissed me milking the cow. 
Robin came behind me, 

Kissed me well, I vow ; 
Cuff him could I ? with my hands 

Milking the cow ? 

Swallows fly again, 

Cuckoos cry again, 
And you came and kissed me milking the cow. 
Come, Robin, Robin, 

Come and kiss me now : 
Help it can I? with my hands 

Milking the cow ? 

Ringdoves coo again, 

All things woo again, 
Come behind and kiss me milking the cow. 

Qzieen Mary. 



THE KISS IN FICTION 



EIGHTEENTH- AND NINETEENTH-CENTURY 
NOVELS. 



It is contended by an American humorist, in an argu- 
ment in favor of osculation, that it would imply a great 
want of reverence in us if we were to set ourselves up as 
wiser than our ancestors, and refuse to continue a prac- 
tice that has been sanctioned by their approval. Yet, if 
we follow the curious aberrations in the extent of favor 
accorded to it by these ancestors during the last century, 
we shall be somewhat puzzled over the reflex as we find it 
in the novels of different periods. With the exception 
of Richardson, however, it must be owned that the eigh- 
teenth-century novelists, from Fielding and Smollett down 
to the time of the appearance of Goldsmith, and Maria 
Edgeworth, and Jane Austen, prove the truth of the re- 
mark of Shaw(" History of English Literature") that "the 
time when Fielding wrote was remarkable for the low tone 
of manners and sentiment ; perhaps the lowest that ever 
prevailed in England, for it was precisely a juncture when 
the romantic spirit of the old chivalrous manners was ex- 
tinguished, and before the modern standard of refinement 
was introduced." Accordingly, in Fielding and Smollett 
the heroes and heroines kiss with all the gusto of a coarse 
and licentious age, and without waiting for the interesting 
time which the novelists of our day select for granting the 



first long kiss of affection. 



The readers of Fielding's 
225 



226 THE KISS IN FICTION. 

"Amelia" will remember the insulting young nobleman 
who, upon meeting the heroine at Vauxhall, cries out, 

"Let the devil come as soon as he will, d n me if I 

have not a kiss." 

In singular contrast with such athletic and boisterous 
rudeness are the overwrought refinement and strained sen- 
timent of Richardson, Fielding's contemporary and some- 
time friend. In the one it is an outbreak of coarseness 
or ungoverned passion ; in the other it is a ceremonial 
whose observance is attended with decorum and solemnity. 
As a consequence, there is a great deal of the " naughty 
but nice" fascination in the former, and a large propor- 
tion of tedious and mawkish twaddle in the latter. For a 
specimen of Richardson's namby-pamby ism we may ad- 
vert to his "Sir Charles Grandison," in which we are told 
that after leaving Italy and returning to England Sir 
Charles solicits the hand of Harriet Byron in true Gran- 
disonian manner. It is amusing to see the lofty style in 
which this mirror of chivalry makes love, and to note the 
extravagance of his compliments. But let Miss Byron tell 
the story : 

"'There seems,' said he, f to be a mixture of generous 
concern and kind curiosity in one of the loveliest and most 
intelligent faces in the world.' " 

" 'Thus,' resumed he, snatching my hand and ardently 
pressing it with his lips, 'do I honor to myself for the 
honor done me. How poor is man, that he cannot ex- 
press his gratitude to the object of his vow r s for obliga- 
tions confessed, but by owing to her new obligations!' " 
[What a formal pedant of a lover !] 

"In a soothing, tender, and respectful manner, he put 
his arm round me, and, taking my own handkerchief, un- 
resisted, wiped away the tears as they fell on my cheek. 
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kindly gush. Dew-drops of heaven ! (wiping away my 
tears and kissing the handkerchief) — dew-drops of heaven, 
from a mind like that heaven, mild and gracious.' 

"He kissed my hand with fervor; dropped down on 
one knee; again kissed it. 'You have laid me, madam, 
under everlasting obligations; and will you permit me 
before I rise, loveliest of women, will you permit me to 
beg an early day?' " 

"He clasped me in his arms with an ardor that dis- 
pleased me not on reflection, but at the time startled me. 
He thanked me again on one knee; I held out the hand 
he had not in his, with intent to raise him, for I could not 
speak. He received it as a token of favor ; kissed it with 
ardor; arose, again pressed my cheek with his lips. I 
was too much surprised to repulse him with anger. But 
was he not too free? Am I a prude, my dear?" 

Yes, Miss Byron, we are afraid you are a prude, to 
feel such surprise and doubt at an innocent kiss after a 
formal engagement. 

By way of another contrast we copy the following pas- 
sages: In the "Unhappy Mistake" of Mrs. Behn (Astrsea), 
a lover, who is about to fight a duel, goes early in the morn- 
ing to his sister's bedroom, with whom Lucretia, the mis- 
tress of his affections, is sleeping. "They both happened 
to be awake and talking as he came to the door, which his 
sister permitted him to unlock, and asked him the reason 
of his so early rising, who replied that since he could not 
sleep he would take the air a little. 'But first, sister,' 
continued he, 'I will refresh myself at your lips.' 'And 
now, madam,' added he to Lucretia, 'I would beg a cor- 
dial from you.' 'For that,' said his sister, 'you shall be 
obliged to me for once.' Saying so, she gently turned 
Lucretia's face tow r ard him, and he had his wish. Ten to 
one but he had rather have continued with Lucretia than 



228 THE KISS IN FICTION. 

have gone to her brother, had he known him, for he loved 
her truly and passionately. But, being a man of true 
courage and honor, he took his leave of them, presently 
dressed, and tripped away with the messenger, who made 
more than ordinary haste." 

As an offset to this, we recur to the story of "Sir Charles 
Grandison." In proof of the "humorous character" of 
Charlotte Grandison, we are told that soon after her mar- 
riage her husband made her a present of some old china. 
"And when he had done," writes she to Harriet Byron, 
" taking the liberty, as he phrased it, half fearful, half 
resolute, to salute his bride for his reward, and then pacing 
backwards several steps with such a strut and crow — I see 
him yet, — indulge me, Harriet ! — I burst into a hearty 
laugh ; I could not help it ; and he, reddening, looked 
round himself and round himself to see if anything was 
amiss on his part. The man, the man, honest friend, — I 
could have said, but had too much reverence for my hus- 
band, — is the oddity; nothing amiss in the garb." 

It is remarkable, t says Forsyth, that some of the most 
immoral novels in the English language should have been 
written by women. This bad distinction belongs to Mrs. 
Behn, Mrs. Manley, and Mrs. Heywood. Corruptio ofitimi 
est pessi?7ia, and that such corrupt stories as they gave to 
the world were the offspring of female pens is an un- 
mistakable proof of the loose manners of the age. It is 
impossible, without the risk of offence, to quote freely 
from the works of an age when ^ ice and indelicacy were 
triumphant and modesty had left its last footsteps upon 
earth. 

It is refreshing to pass from their details of profligacy, 
and the insidious mischief of their assaults upon domestic 
purity, to that later school of fiction which, as Lord Bacon 



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says, "serveth and con forme th to magnanimity, moral- 
ity, and delectation." Foremost among those at the 
dawn of the present century, whose ideals are framed 
according to the healthful and ennobling standards which 
conform to the government and will of God and which 
command the reverence of man, was Miss Jane Porter. 
If her heroes are paragons like Grandison, they are not, 
like Sir Charles, models of solemn foppery, insipid in 
their superiority, correct as automata in their elaborate 
politeness, or passing their lives, as Tainesays, " in weigh- 
ing their duties and making salutations." They are quite 
as irreproachable, while they are far more consistent with 
the conditions of our human nature and our human life. 

It would be interesting to trace the course of Sobieski, 
in "Thaddeus of Warsaw," from the time when, as an 
enforced exile, he dropped on his knees and, "plucking a 
turf of grass and pressing it to his lips, exclaimed, 'Fare- 
well, Poland ! farewell all my hopes of happiness !' " to 
the hour when he clasped his newly-wedded wife at the 
grave of Butzou. But two extracts will suffice to show 
what manner of man he was. Upon reading for the third 
time a letter from Lady Tinemouth containing assurances 
of Miss Beaufort's high regard for him, his heart throbbed 
with violent emotion : 

"'Delicious poison!' cried he, kissing the paper. 'If 
adoring thee, lovely Mary, be added to my other sorrows, 
I shall be resigned. There is sweetness even in the thought. 
Could I credit all that my dear Lady Tinemouth affirms, 
the conviction that I possess one kind solicitude in the 
mind of Miss Beaufort would be ample compensation 
for ' 

" He did not finish the sentence, b.it, sighing pro- 
foundly, rose from his chair. 



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"'For anything, except beholding her the wife of 
another !' was the sentiment with which his heart panted. 
Thaddeus had never known a selfish feeling in his life; 
and this first instance of his wishing that good unappro- 
priated which he might not himself enjoy, made him start. 

" 'There is a fault in my heart, a dreadful one !' Dis- 
satisfied with himself, he was preparing to answer her 
ladyship's letter, when," etc. 

When the infatuated and distracted Lady Sara had 
failed in her desperate efforts to entice Sobieski from 
the path of honor and virtue in his own lodgings, he 
pityingly and forgivingly attended her to her own home, 
where, we are told : 

"When Thaddeus had seated Lady Sara in her drawing- 
room, he prepared to take a respectful leave ; but her 
ladyship, getting up, laid one hand on his arm, whilst with 
the other she covered her convulsive features, and said, 
' Constantine, before you go, before we part, perhaps 
eternally, oh, tell me that you do not hate me ! That 
you do not hate me !' repeated she, in a firmer tone; 'I 
know too well how deeply I am despised !' 

"'Cease, my dearest madam,' returned he, tenderly 
replacing her on the sofa, ' cease these vehement ex- 
pressions. Shame does not depend on possessing pas- 
sions, but on yielding to them. You have conquered, 
Lady Sara, and in future I shall respect and love you as a 
dear friend. Whoever holds the first place in my heart, 
you shall always retain the second.' 

"' Noble, generous Constantine!' cried she, straining 
his hand to her lips and bathing it with her tears; 'I 
can require no more. May Heaven bless you wherever 
you go.' 

"Thaddeus dropped upon his knee, imprinted on both 



THE KISS IN FICTION. 231 

her hands a compassionate and fervent kiss, and, rising 
hastily, quitted the room without a word." 

In the novels of our day, kissing is as indispensable 
an adjunct to love-making as it ever was, but its treat- 
ment has changed as the aesthetic and practical views of 
courtship have changed with the influences of society. 
Whether as the impulse of passionate attachment or the 
expression of refined affection, it is, for the most part, 
handled by our modern writers in a healthful, natural, 
legitimate, decorous, and felicitous manner. Those who 
indulge in namby-pamby effusion or sentimental gush, 
on the one hand, or the startling aberrations and obliqui- 
ties of inconventionalism on the other, may expect to 
hear from the satirists and reviewers. No one enter- 
tained for weakly sentimentalism or affected prettiness 
more profound contempt and impatience than Thackeray. 
Yet where shall we find more exquisite touches than those 
which abound in the pages of the great humorist and 
satirist ? Take, for example, a few scattered passages 
from "The Newcomes:" 

"There she sits; the same, but changed: as gone from 
him as if she were dead ; departed indeed into another 
sphere, and entered into a kind of death. If there is no 
love more in yonder heart, it is but a corpse unburied. 
Strew round it the flowers of youth. Wash it with tears 
of passion. Wrap it and envelop it with fond devotion. 
Break heart, and fling yourself on t'he bier, and kiss her 
cold lips, and press her hand ! It falls back dead on the 
cold breast again. The beautiful lips have never a blush 
or a smile." 

" He took a little slim white hand and laid it down on his 
brown palm, where it looked all the whiter : he cleared the 



23 2 THE KISS IN FICTION. 

grizzled mustachio from his mouth, and, stooping down, 
he kissed the little white hand with a great deal of grace 
and dignity. There was no point of resemblance, and 
yet a something in the girl's look, voice, and movements, 
which caused his heart to thrill, and an image out of the 
past to rise up and salute him." 

"The sisters-in-law kissed on meeting, with that cordi- 
ality so delightful to witness in sisters who dwell together 
in unity." 

" He would not even stop and give his Ethel of old days 
his hand. I would have given him I don't know what, 
for one kiss, for one kind word ; but he passed on and 
would not answer me." 

" For months past they had not had a really kind word. 
The tender old voice smote upon Clive, and he burst into 
sudden tears. They rained upon his father's trembling old 
brown hand as he stooped down and kissed it." 

" Clive felt the pathetic mood coming on again, and an 
immense desire to hug Lady Ann in his arms and to kiss 
her. How grateful are we — how touched a frank and 
generous heart is — for a kind word extended to us in our 
pain!" 

"The lips of the pretty satirist who alluded to these 
unpleasant bygones were silenced, as they deserved to be, 
by Mr. Pendennis. ' Do you think, sir, I did not know,' 
says the sweetest voice in the world, ' when you went 
out on your fishing excursions with Miss Amory?' Again 
the flow of words is checked by the styptic previously 
applied." 

" 'Oh, Pen,' says my wife, closing my mouth in a way 
which I do not choose further to particularize, ' that 



HIE KISS IN FICTION. 233 

man is the best, the dearest, the kindest creature. I 
never knew such a good man ; you ought to put him into 
a book. Do you know, sir, that I felt the very greatest 
desire to give him a kiss when he went away? and that 
one which you had just now was intended for him?' " 

" Laura drove to his lodgings, and took him a box, which 
was held up to him, as he came to open the door to my 
wife's knock, by our smiling little boy. He patted the 
child on his golden head and kissed him. My wife wished 
he would have done as much for her ; but he would not, 
— though she owned she kissed his hand. He drew it 
across his eyes and thanked her in a very calm and stately 
manner. ' ' 

"On the day when he went away, Laura went up and 
kissed him with tears in her eyes. ' You know how 
long I have been wanting to do it/ this lady said to her 
husband." 

"She fairly gave way to tears as she spoke; and for me, 
I longed to kiss the hem of her robe, or anything else she 
would let me embrace, I was so happy, and so touched by 
the simple demeanor and affection of the noble young 
lady." 

"Ethel walked slowly up to the humble bed, and sat 
down on a chair near it. No doubt her heart prayed for 
him who slept there ; she turned round where his black 
Pensioner's cloak was hanging on the wall, and lifted up 
the homely garment and kissed it. The servant looked on, 
admiring, I should think, her melancholy and her gracious 
beauty." 

From Thackeray to Charles Dickens the transition is 



2 34 THE KISS IN FICTION. 

easy and pleasant. The difficulty, in both cases, is to 
limit the number of our extracts. These are from " Nicho- 
las Nickleby :" 

"It was very little that Nicholas knew of the world, but 
he guessed enough about its ways to think that if he gave 
Miss La Creevy one little kiss, perhaps she might not be 
the less kindly disposed towards those he was leaving be- 
hind. So he gave her three or four with a kind of jocose 
gallantry, and Miss La Creevy evinced no greater symp- 
toms of displeasure than declaring, as she adjusted her 
yellow turban, that she had never heard of such a thing, 
and couldn't have believed it possible." 

"'Do you remember the boy that died here?' 
"'I was not here, you know,' said Nicholas, gently; 
' but what of him ?' 

" 'Why,' replied the youth, drawing closer to his ques- 
tioner's side, 'I was with him at night, and when it was 
all silent he cried no more for friends he wished to come 
and sit with him, but began to see faces round his bed 
that came from home ; he said they smiled, and talked to 
him; and he died at last lifting his head to kiss them.' " 

" 'Oh, uncle, I am so glad to see you!' said Mrs. Ken- 
wigs, kissing the collector affectionately on both cheeks. 
< So glad ! ' 

"Now, this was an interesting thing. Here was a col- 
lector of water-rates, without his book, without his pen 
and ink, without his double knock, without his intimida- 
tion, kissing — actually kissing — an agreeable female, and 
leaving taxes, summonses, notices that he had called, or 
announcements that he would never call again, for two 
quarters' due, wholly out of the question. It was pleasant 
to see how the company looked on, quite absorbed in the 



THE KISS IN FICTION. 235 

sight, and to behold the nods and winks with which they 
expressed their gratification at finding so much humanity 
in a tax-gatherer." 

"'Mr. Nicholas!' cried Miss La Creevy, starting in 
great astonishment. 

"'You have not forgotten me, I see,' replied Nicholas, 
extending his hand. 

" 'Why, I think I should even have known you if I had 
met you in the street,' said Miss La Creevy, with a smile. 
'Hannah, another cup and saucer. Now, I'll tell you 
what, young man ; I'll trouble you not to repeat the im- 
pertinence you were guilty of on the morning you went 
away.' 

'"You would not be very angry, would you?' asked 
Nicholas. 

"'Wouldn't I !' said Miss La Creevy. 'You had 
better try; that's all.' 

"Nicholas, with becoming gallantry, immediately took 
Miss La Creevy at her word, who uttered a faint scream 
and slapped his face ; but it was not a very hard slap, and 
that's the truth. 

"'I never saw such a rude creature!' exclaimed Miss 
La Creevy. 

" 'You told me to try,' said Nicholas. 

" ' Well, but I was speaking ironically,' rejoined Miss 
La Creevy. 

"'Oh! that's another thing,' said Nicholas; 'you 
should have told me that, too.' " 

"'Look at me,' said Nicholas, wishing to attract his 
full attention. 'There; don't turn away. Do you re- 
member no woman, no kind woman, who hung over you 
once, and kissed your lips, and called you her child?' 



236 THE KISS IN FICTION. 

"'No,' said the poor creature, shaking his head, 'no, 
never.' ". 

"'It's naterally very gratifying to my feelings as a 
father, to see such a man as that, a kissing and taking 
notice of my children,' pursued Mr. Kenwigs. 'It's 
naterally very gratifying to my feelings as a man, to know 
that man. It will be naterally very gratifying to my feel- 
ings as a husband, to make that man acquainted with this 

ewent.' " 

• 

" 'No, no,' cried Arthur, interrupting him, and rubbing 
his hands in an ecstasy. ' Wrong, wrong again. Mr. 
Nickleby for once at fault : out, quite out ! To a young 
and beautiful girl ; fresh, lovely, bewitching, and not 
nineteen. Dark eyes, long eyelashes, ripe and ruddy lips 
that to look at is to long to kiss, beautiful clustering hair 
that one's fingers itch to play with, such a waist as might 
make a man clasp the air involuntarily thinking of twin- 
ing his arm about it, little feet that tread so lightly they 
hardly seem to walk upon the ground, — to marry all this, 
sir, this, — hey, hey!' " 

"Upon his knees Nicholas gave him this pledge, and 
promised again that he should rest in the spot he had 
pointed out. They embraced, and kissed each other on 
the cheek. 'Now,' he murmured, ' I am happy.' 

"He fell into a light slumber, and waking smiled as 
before; then, spoke of beautiful gardens, which he said 
stretched out before him, and were filled with figures of 
men, women, and many children, all with light upon 
their faces; then, whispered that it was Eden, — and so 
died." 

The following passages are from " David Copperfield:" 
"As my mother stooped down on the threshold to take 



THE KISS IN FICTION. 237 

me in her arms and kiss me, the gentleman said I was a 
more highly privileged little fellow than a monarch, — or 
something like that ; for my later understanding comes, I 
am sensible, to my aid here." 

"I am glad to recollect that, when the carrier's cart was 
at the gate, and my mother stood there kissing me, a 
grateful fondness for her and for the old place I had never 
turned my back upon before, made me cry. I am glad 
to know that my mother cried too, and that I felt her 
heart beat against mine. 

"I am glad to recollect that, when the carrier began to 
move, my mother ran out at the gate, and called to him 
to stop, that she might kiss me once more. I am glad to 
dwell upon the earnestness and love with which she lifted 
up her face to mine." 

"When my mother came down to breakfast and was 
going to make the tea, Miss Murdstone gave her a kind 
of peck on the cheek, which was her nearest approach to 
a kiss." 

" ' And I'll write to you, my dear. Though I ain't no 
scholar. And I'll — I'll — ' Peggotty fell to kissing the 
keyhole, as she couldn't kiss me. 

'"Thank you, dear Peggotty!' said I. 'Oh, thank 
you ! Thank you ! Will you promise me one thing, 
Peggotty? Will you write and tell Mr. Peggotty and 
little Em'ly, and Mrs. Gummidge and Ham, that I am 
not so bad as they might suppose, and that I sent 'em all 
my love, — especially to little Em'ly? Will you, if you 
please, Peggotty?' The kind soul promised, and we 
both of us kissed the keyhole with the greatest affection, 
— I patted it with my hand, I recollect, as if it had been 
her honest face, — and parted." 



238 THE KISS IN FICTION. 

"Little Em'ly didn't care a bit. She saw me well 
enough, but, instead of turning round and calling after 
me, ran away laughing. This obliged me to run after 
her, and she ran so fast that we were very near the cottage 
before I caught her. 

" 'Oh, it's you, is it?' said little Em'ly. 

" ' Why, you knew who it was, Em'ly,' said I. 

" l And didn't you know who it was?' said Em'ly. I 
was going to kiss her, but she covered her cherry lips with 
her hands, and said she wasn't a baby now, and ran away, 
laughing more than ever, into the house." 

" Peggotty was the best, the truest, the most faithful, 
most devoted, and most self-denying friend and servant 
in the world ; who had ever loved -me dearly, who had 
ever loved my mother dearly ; who had held my mother's 
dying head upon her arm, on whose face my mother had 
imprinted her last grateful kiss. And my remembrance 
of them both choking me, I broke down as I was trying 
to say that her home was my home, and that all she had 
was mine, and that I would have gone to her for shelter, 
but for her humble station, which made me fear that I 
might bring some trouble on her." 

"And, having carried her point, she tapped the doctor's 
hand several times with her fan (which she kissed first), 
and returned triumphantly to her former station." 

"Mrs. Markleham was so overcome by this generous 
speech (which, I need not say, she had not at all expected 
or led up to) that she could only tell the doctor it was 
like himself, and go several times through that operation 
of kissing the sticks of her fan, and then tapping his 
hand with it." 



THE KISS IN FICTION. 239 

''She put her hand — its touch was like no other hand — 
upon my arm for a moment ; and I felt so befriended and 
comforted that I could not help moving it to my lips 
and gratefully kissing it." 

"Miss Murdstone had been looking for us. She found 
us here; and presented her uncongenial cheek, the little 
wrinkles in it filled with hair-powder, to Dora to be kissed. 
Then she took Dora's arm in hers, and marched us in to 
breakfast as if it were a soldier's funeral." 



"I hardly knew what I did, I was burning all over to 
that extraordinary extent ; but I took Dora's little hand 
and kissed it, and she let me. I kissed Miss Mills's hand, 
and we all seemed, to my thinking, to go straight up to 
the seventh heaven." 

"'But I haven't got any strength at all,' said Dora, 
shaking her curls. 'Have I, Jip?' (the dog.) 'Ob, do 
kiss Jip and be agreeable !' 

"It was impossible to resist kissing Jip, when she held 
him up to me for that purpose, putting her own bright, 
rosy little mouth into kissing form as she directed the 
operation, which she insisted should be performed sym- 
metrically, on the centre of his nose. I did as she bade 
me, rewarding myself afterwards for my obedience, and 
she charmed me out of my graver character for I don't 
know how long." 

"At length her eyes were lifted up to mine, and she 
stood on tiptoe to give me, more thoughtfully than usual, 
that precious little kiss — once, twice, three times — and 
went out of the room." 



240 THE KISS IN FICTION. 

"My pretty little Dora's face would fall, and she would 
make her mouth into a bud again, as if she would very 
much prefer to shut mine with a kiss." 

"And Mrs. Gummidge took his hand, and kissed it with 
a homely pathos and affection, in a homely rapture of 
devotion and gratitude that he well deserved." 

The remainder of our selections will be found in "Our 
Mutual Friend :" 

"'If I get by degrees to be a high-flyer at fashion, 
then Mrs. Boffin will by degrees come for'arcler. If Mrs. 
Boffin should ever be less of a dab at fashion than she 
is at the present time, then Mrs. Boffin's carpet would go 
back'arder. If we should both continny as we are, why 
then here we are, and give us a kiss, old lady.' 

"Mrs. Boffin, who, perpetually smiling, had approached 
and drawn her plump arm through her lord's, most will- 
ingly complied. Fashion, in the form of her black velvet 
hat and feathers, tried to prevent it, but got deservedly 
crushed in the endeavor." 

'''This,' said Mrs. Wilfer, presenting a cheek to be 
kissed as sympathetic and responsive as the back of the 
bowl of a spoon, ' is quite an honor.' " 

"Arrived at Mr. Boffin's door, she set him with his back 
against it, tenderly took him by the ears as convenient 
handles for her purpose, and kissed him until he knocked 
muffled double knocks at the door with the back of his 
head. That done, she once more reminded him of their 
compact, and gaily parted from him." 

" She girded herself with a white apron, and busily with 
knots and pins contrived a bib to it, coming close and 
tight under her chin, as if it had caught her round the 



THE KISS IN FICTION. 241 

neck to kiss her. Over this bib her dimples looked 
delightful, and under it her pretty figure not less so." 

"Bella put her arms round his neck and tenderly kissed 
him on the high-road, passionately telling him he was the 
best of fathers and the best of friends, and that on her 
wedding morning she would go down on her knees to him 
and beg his pardon for having ever teased him or seemed 
insensible to the worth of such a patient, sympathetic, 
genial, fresh, young heart. At every one of her adjec- 
tives she redoubled her kisses, and finally kissed his hat 
off, and then laughed immoderately when the wind took 
it and he ran after it." 

"With a parting kiss of her fingers to it (the room), she 
softly closed the door, and went with a light foot down 
the great staircase, pausing and listening as she went, that 
she might meet none of the household. No one chanced 
to be about, and she got down to the hall in quiet. The 
door of the late secretary's room stood open. She peeped 
in as she passed, and divined from the emptiness of his 
table and the general appearance of things that he was 
already gone. Softly opening the great hall-door and 
softly closing it upon herself, she turned and kissed it on 
the outside — insensible old combination of wood and iron 
that it was — before she ran away from the house at a swift 
pace." 

"The good little fellow had become alarmingly limp, 
and his senses seemed to be rapidly escaping, from the 
knees upward. Bella sprinkled him with kisses instead of 
milk, but gave him a little of that article to drink, and 
he gradually revived under her caressing care." 

" Bella tucked her arm in his, with a merry, noiseless 
laugh, and they went down to the kitchen on tiptoe, she 



242 THE KISS IN FICTION. 

stopping on every separate stair to put the tip of her fore- 
finger on her rosy lips, and then lay it on his lips, accord- 
ing to her favorite petting way of kissing pa." 

"The purity with which in these words she expressed 
something of her own love and her own suffering made 
a deep impression on him for the passing time. He held 
her, almost, as-if she were sanctified to him by death, and 
kissed her, once, almost as he might have kissed the 
dead." 



Some of our best writers of fiction have successfully 
tried their descriptive power upon the "torrent, tempest, 
and whirlwind of passion" which maybe concentrated in 
a burning kiss, but none of them surpass Victor Hugo in 
graphic vigor. Take the following passages, for example, 
from "The Hunchback of Notre Dame." In the ex- 
citing scene between Esmeralda, the gipsy, and Captain 
Phoebus, the unfortunate girl proceeds : 

" ' Look at me ! look on her who came to seek you. My 
soul, life, body, all are yours. Let us not marry, if it dis- 
pleases you, — and then, what am I? a wretched stroller, 
while you, my Phoebus, are a gentleman. A pretty thing, 
truly, for a dancing-girl to wed an officer ! I was out of 
my mind. No, Phoebus, I will be your toy, your play- 
thing, a slave to you. I am made for that ; sullied, 
scorned, dishonored, but loved ! I will be the proudest 
and gladdest of women. And when I shall be old, 
Phoebus, when my days for loving you are over, you will, 
won't you, still allow me to serve you ? Let others broider 
your scarfs; I, the servant, may take care of them, and 
your sword and your spurs. You will grant me this, 
Phoebus ? So, take me ! we gipsies only are made for the 
free air and to love.' 



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243 



"She had flung her arms around the officer's neck, sup- 
plicating him with a smile shining through her tears. Her 
delicate throat was scratched by the rough lace. The 
intoxicated captain glued his burning lips on the rounded 
Moorish shoulders. The young girl, kneeling, her eyes 
looking upward, her head thrown back, quivered under 
the kiss. All at once, above the stooping head of 
Phoebus, she beheld another head, with a livid, convulsed 
face, wearing the look of a damned soul; near it was a 
hand armed with a dagger. It was the face and hand of 
the priest ; he had burst through the door, and was there. 
Phoebus could not perceive him. The girl was frozen 
stiff and mute by the fear-inspiring apparition, — like a 
dove raising its head as the osprey stares over its nest with 
its round, unwinking eyes. She could not even utter a 
scream. She saw the poniard fall on Phoebus and rise 
smoking. 

" 'Malediction !' groaned the captain, and he fell. 

" She swooned. 

"As her eyes closed, as feeling vanished from her, she 
fancied she felt impressed on her lips a print of fire, a kiss 
more burning than the executioner's red-hot branding- 
iron. 

" When she came to herself, she was surrounded by the 
soldiers of the watch. They carried away the captain, 
bathed in his blood ; the priest had disappeared (the win- 
dow at the end of the room, looking on the river, was 
wide open) ; a cloak was picked up which they supposed 
belonged to the officer, and she heard it said around her, 
* She is a witch that has stabbed a captain.' " 

The thrilling narrative proceeds with the imprisonment 
of the poor girl, the false confession of murder and witch- 
craft extorted by the terrible torture of rack and screw 



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and pincer, the visit of the archdeacon, and his extraor- 
dinary confession of maddening love. In the course of 
his long and fervid and impetuous appeal for her favor, 
he says : 

'"Oh, I had not" foreseen the torture! Listen: I fol- 
lowed thee into that chamber of agony ; I looked upon 
thy rough treatment by the torturer's infamous hands. I 
saw thy foot, which to kiss and die at I would give an 
empire, I saw it crushed by the horrible irons which have 
made of living limbs raw flesh and a pool of blood. 
While I beheld this, I wielded under my gown a dagger 
with which I furrowed my breast. At the scream thou 
gavest, I buried it in my flesh; look, it still bleeds.' 



if. if. if. if. if. if. if. 



" ' Oh, to love a woman, to be a priest, to be hated ! to 
love her with all the fury of one's soul, to be willing to 
give for the least of her smiles one's blood, salvation, 
immortality and eternity, this life and the other; to 
regret not being a king, genius, emperor, archangel, that 
a greater slave might be at her feet ; to have her mingling 
day and night in one's thoughts and dreams; and to see 
her enamored of a soldier's livery, and only have to offer 
her a priest's coarse gown which is frightful to and de- 
tested by her ! To be present with rage and jealousy 
while she lavishes on a despicable, empty-brained dog her 
treasures of love and beauty ! To see that body whose 
sight makes you burn, that bosom so peerless, that satin 
flesh redden under another's kisses ! Oh, to love her arms 
and neck, to think of her blue veins visible through her 
brown skin, almost to writhe whole nights through on the 
pavement of one's cell, and see all the caresses dreamed 
of end with the torture !' " 

The priest's nightly dreams, we are told, were dread- 
ful. Writhing on his bed, "his delirious fancy represented 



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Esmeralda in all the attitudes that could make blood boil 
in one's veins. He saw her as when he had stabbed 
the captain, her white throat spotted with the blood of 
Phoebus, when the archdeacon had impressed on her 
shoulders that kiss which, though half dying then, she 
had felt scorch her." One night he became so inflamed 
with his uncontrollable passion that he sought relief by a 
visit to the gipsy's cell, to which he had access. His en- 
trance awakened ^nd bewildered her. 

" ' Oh, the priest,' said she, in a faint voice. 
. "Her misfortunes came back to her in a flash. She fell 
back chilled. The next moment, she felt the priest's 
arms enclasp her. She would have screamed, but could 
not. 

"'Away, monster, assassin, begone!' gasped she, in a 
voice low and tremulous from rage and fear. 

"'Mercy, mercy!' muttered the priest, kissing her 
shoulders. 

"She caught his bald head, with both her hands en- 
twined in the rest of his hair, and forced it away as if his 
kisses were bites." 

His utmost efforts to win her regard and sympathy 
were ineffectual. He was baffled at every step in his 
desperate advances, and repelled with immeasurable scorn 
upon the repetition of his visits. He offered her the 
alternative of the gibbet or escape and life ; he humbled 
himself before her to an incredible degree. In his pas- 
sionate entreaties, he says : 

" 'Why, here am I who would kiss thy feet, — no, no, 
not thy feet, thou wouldst not permit that, — but the very 
ground under thy feet. I weep like a very child ; I tear 
from my breast, not words, but my heart and my vitals, to 
tell thee that I love thee ; all is in vain, all ! And yet in 



246 THE KISS IN FICTION. 

thy spirit thou hast naught but tenderness and clemency, 
thou art radiant with gentleness; thou art good, kind, 
merciful as charming. Woe is me ! thou hast not cruelty 
save for me. Oh, what fatality !' " 

At their last meeting he closes a strain of fervid sup- 
plication the rejection of which settles the girl's fate: 

" 'I entreat thee by all that is holy, do not delay until 

I am of stone like this scaffold thou choosest in my stead. 
Think that I hold our two destinies in my palm, that I 
am mad, that I can make yawn betwixt us a bottomless 
pit, thou unfortunate ! wherein my lost soul will pursue 
thine through all eternity ! One word of kindness ! say 
one word ! nothing more than a word.' 

" She parted her lips to answer him. He rushed and fell 
on his knees before her to receive with adoration the 
word — perhaps affectionate — which was about to leave 
her lips. 

" 'You are an assassin,' was what she said. 

"The priest threw his arms furiously around her, and 
laughed a devil's laugh. 'Assassin — be it so!' said he, 

I I will be thine. Thou wouldst not have me as a slave, 
— thou shalt have me as master. I have a place to which 
I'll drag thee. Thou shalt go with me; I will make thee 
go. Thou art to die, fair one, or be mine ! be the priest's, 
the apostate's, the assassin's ! To-night, dost hear? The 
grave or my bed !' 

"The girl fought in his arms while he covered her with 
kisses. 

"'Do not bite me, monster!' she shrieked. 'Oh, 
the hateful, infectious monk ! leave me ! I will tear out 
that vile gray hair of yours.' 

"He reddened, turned white, then released her, and 
regarded her moodily. She thought herself victorious, 



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and went on: 'I tell you I am for Phoebus; that it is 
Phoebus I love, because he is handsome. You, priest, are 
old and ugly. Begone !' " 

The unalterable and final decision was made. It sent 
Esmeralda to execution in the Place de Greve, and as the 
archdeacon watched the tragedy, — the judicial murder of 
an innocent creature for his own crime, — the revengeful 
hunchback pushed him violently from the tower of Notre 
Dame to meet a horrible death upon the pavement below. 



Charles Reade deals with the kiss in the sturdy and 
energetic manner which usually characterizes his writings. 
In " Put Yourself in his Place," the bursting of Ouseley 
Reservoir gives him one of his best opportunities for the 
display of vivid descriptive power and the production of 
startling effects and situations. One of the most exciting 
incidents attending the avalanche of water occasioned by 
the rupture of the embankment was the rescue of Grace 
Carden from the flood by her lover, Henry Little : 

" He set his knee against the horizontal projection of the 
window, and that freed his left hand; he suddenly seized 
her arm with it, and, clutching it violently, ground his 
teeth together, and, throwing himself backward with a 
jerk, tore her out of the water by an effort almost super- 
human. Such was the force exerted by the torrent on 
one side, and the desperate lover on the other, that not 
her shoes only, but her stockings, though gartered, were 
torn off her in that fierce struggle. 

"He had her in his arms, and cried aloud, and sobbed 
over her, and kissed her wet cheeks, her lank hair, and 
her wet clothes, in a wild rapture. He went on kissing 
her and sobbing over her so wildly and so long, that 






248 THE KISS IN FICTION. 

Coventry, who had at first exulted with him at her rescue, 
began to rage with jealousy. 

"'Please remember she is my wife, 5 he shrieked; 
1 don't take advantage of her condition, villain !' 

" 'Your wife, you scoundrel ! You stole her from me 
once; now come and take her from me again. Why 
didn't you save her? She was near to you. You let her 
die; she lives by me and for me, and I for her.' With 
this he kissed her again and held her to his bosom. 
' D'ye see that ? liar ! coward ! villain !' 

"Even across that tremendous body of rushing death, 
from which neither was really safe, both rivals' eyes 
gleamed hate at each other." 

After a series of miraculous escapes, they descend from 
the roof of the house whither they had finally sought pro- 
tection from the raging waters, and, staggering among 
the debris, they finally reach rising ground, where they 
discover a horse, upon which Henry seats the barefooted 
Grace. Their conversation eventually takes this turn : 

" 'Let us talk of ourselves,' said Grace, lovingly. 'My 
darling, let no harsh thought mar the joy of this hour. 
You have saved my life again. Well, then it is doubly 
yours. Here, looking on that death we have just escaped, 
I devote mysejf to you. You don't know how I love 
you, but you shall. I adore you.' 

" ' I love you better still.' 

" 'You do not; you can't. It is the one thing I can 
beat you at, and I will.' 

" ' Try. When will you be mine ?' 

" ' I am yours. But if you mean when will I marry you, 
why, whenever you please. We have suffered too cruelly 
and loved too dearly for me to put you off a single day 
for affectations and vanities. When you please, my own.' 



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" At this Henry kissed her little white feet with rapture, 
and kept kissing them at intervals all the rest of the way; 
and the horrors of the night ended to these two in unut- 
terable rapture, as they paced slowly along to Woodbine 
Villa with hearts full of wonder, gratitude, and joy." 

These pleasant passages are from Reade's "Very Hard 
Cash:" 

"The young man, ardent as herself, and not, in reality, 
half so timorous, caught fire, and, seeing a white, elo- 
quent "hand rather near him, caught it and pressed his 
warm lips on it in mute adoration and gratitude. 

"At this she was scared and offended. 'Oh, keep that 
for the queen !' cried she, turning scarlet and tossing her 
fair head into the air like a startled stag, and she drew 
her hand away quickly and decidedly, though not roughly. 
He stammered a lowly apology. In the very middle of it 
she said, softly, 'Good-by, Mr. Hardie,' and swept with 
a gracious little courtesy through the door-way, leaving 
him spell-bound. 

"And so the virginal instinct of self-defence carried her 
off swiftly and cleverly. But none too soon ; for, on enter- 
ing the house, that external composure her two mothers, 
Mesdames Dodd and Nature, had taught her, fell from her 
like a veil, and she fluttered up the stairs to her own room 
with hot cheeks, and panted there like some wild thing 
that has been grasped at and grazed. She felt young 
Hardie's lips upon the palm of her hand plainly; they 
seemed to linger there still, — it was like light but live 
velvet. This and the ardent look he had poured into 
her eyes set the voung creature quivering. Nobody had 
looked at her so before, and no young gentleman had 
imprinted living velvet on her hand. She was alarmed, 
ashamed, and uneasy. What right had he to look at her 

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like that ? What shadow of a right to go and kiss her 
hand ? He could not pretend to think she had put it out 
to be kissed ; ladies put forth the back of the hand for 
that, not the palm. The truth was, he was an impudent 
fellow, and she hated him now, and herself too, for being 
so simple as to let him talk to her. Mamma would not 
have been so imprudent when she was a girl. 

"She would not go down, for she felt there must be 
something of this kind legibly branded on her face : 
' Oh ! oh ! just look at this young lady ! She has been 
letting a young gentleman kiss the palm of her hand, and 
the feel has not gone off yet ; you may see that by her 
cheeks.' " 

"Jan. 14th. A sorrowful day. He and I parted, after a 
fortnight of the tenderest affection, and that mutual re- 
spect without which neither of as, I think, could love 
long. I had resolved to be very brave ; but we were 
alone, and his bright face looked so sad ; the change in 
it took me by surprise, and my resolution failed : I clung 
to him. If gentlemen could interpret as we can, he would 
never have left me. It is better as it is. He kissed my 
tears away as fast as they came ; it was the first time he 
had ever kissed more than my hand, — so I shall have that 
to think of, and his dear, promised letters ; but it made 
me cry more at the time, of course. Some day, when 
we have been married years and years, I shall tell him not 
to go and pay a lady for every tear, if he wants her to 
leave off." [Julia's Diary.] 

" ' Oh, how good you are ! oh, how I love you !' 
"And she flung a tender arm round his neck, like a 
young goddess making love ; and her sweet face came so 
near his he had only to stoop a little, and their lips met in 
a long, blissful kiss. 



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"That kiss was an era in her life. Innocence itself, she 
had put up her delicious lips to her lover in pure, though 
earnest, affection ; but the male fire with which his met 
them made her blush as well as thrill, and she drew back 
a little, abashed and half scared, and nestled on his 
shoulder, hiding a face that grew redder and redder." 



Burton, in his "Anatomy of Melancholy," notices 
those irritating coquettes, Aretine's Lucretia, and Phi- 
linna, in Lucian, the former of whom boasted that she 
had a suitor who loved her dearly, but the more eagerly 
he wooed the more she seemed to neglect and to scorn 
him, and what she commonly accorded to others — free- 
dom in social intercourse, even to the extent of oscula- 
tion — she refused to him ; while the latter, in the 
presence of her sweetheart Diphilus, kissed Lamprius, 
his co-rival, in order to whet the jealousy of the favorite. 
Our modern novelists give very little space to character 
and conduct of this sort, but in the way of provokingly 
cool indifference in the sterner sex to the charms and 
fascinations of the fair, we find such instances as this, 
which occurs in Miihlbach's "Joseph the Second and his 
Court," in an interview between Kaunitz, the prime 
minister, and La Foliazzi : 

" ' Vraiment, you are very presuming to suppose that 
I shall trouble myself to come in the carriage,' replied 
Kaunitz, contemptuously. 'It is enough that, the coach 
being there, the world will suppose that I am there also. 
A man of fashion must have the name of possessing a 
mistress ; but a statesman cannot waste his valuable time 
on women. You are my mistress, oste?isibly, and there- 
fore I give you a year's salary of four thousand guilders.' 

" 'You are an angel — a god !' cried La Foliazzi, this 



252 THE KISS IN FICTION. 

time with genuine rapture. 'You come upon one like 
Jupiter, in a shower of gold.' 

'"Yes, but I have no wish to fall into the embraces of 
my Danae. ftow, hear my last words. If you ever dare 
let it transpire that you are not really my mistress, I shall 
punish you severely. I will not only stop your salary, but 
I will cite you before the committee of morals, and you 
shall be forced into a marriage with somebody.' 

"The singer shuddered and drew back. ■ 'Let me go at 
once into my boudoir. Is my breakfast ready?' 

"'No; your morning visits there begin to-morrow. 
Now go home to Count Palffy, and do not forget our 
contract.' 

"'I shall not forget it, prince,' replied the signora, 
smiling. 'I await your coach this evening. You may 
kiss me if you choose.' She bent her head to his and 
held out her delicate cheek, fresh as a rose. 

" ' Simpleton,' said he, slightly tapping her beautiful 
mouth, ' do you suppose that the great Kaunitz would 
kiss any lips but those which, like the sensitive .mimosa, 
shrink from the touch of man ? Go away. Count Palffy 
will feel honored to reap the kisses I have left.' 

"He gave her his hand, and looked after her, as with 
light and graceful carriage she left the room." 



Sir Walter Scott, in his "Rob Roy," tells us how 
Frank Osbaldistone, in a moment of confusion and hesi- 
tancy, failed to return the half- proffered embrace of 
Diana Vernon, as she took leave of him on her way to 
the seclusion of conventual life, and how his absence of 
mind cost him many a bitter pang afterwards. It reminds 
one of Michael Angelo, who, at sixty, was enamored of a 
beautiful widow who died. The great painter and sculp- 



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tor ever afterwards repented that he had not kissed her 
forehead and cheeks, as well as her hand, at the hour of 
parting : 

" Miss Vernon had in the mean time taken out a small 
case, and, leaning down from her horse towards me, she 
said, in a tone in which an effort at her usual quaint light- 
ness of expression contended with a deeper and more 
grave tone of sentiment, 'You see, my dear coz, I was 
born to be your better angel. Rashleigh has been com- 
pelled to yield up his spoil, and had we reached this same 
village of Aberfoil last night, as we purposed, I should 
have found some Highland sylph to waft to you all these 
representatives of commercial wealth. But there were 
giants and dragons in the way ; and errant knights and 
damsels of modern times, bold though they be, must not, 
as of yore, run into useless danger. Do not you do so 
either, my dear coz.' 

"'Diana,' said her companion, 'let me once more 
warn you that the evening waxes late, and we are still 
distant from our home.' 

" 'I am coming, sir, I am coming. Consider,' she 
added, with a sigh, 'how lately I have been subjected to 
control; besides, I have not yet given my cousin the 
packet, and bid him farewell — forever. Yes, Frank,' 
she said, 'forever! There is a gulf between us, — a 
gulf of absolute perdition ; where we go you must not 
follow ; what we do you must not share in. Farewell, — 
be happy !' 

"In the attitude in which she bent from her horse, which 
was a Highland pony, her face, not perhaps altogether 
unwillingly, touched mine. She pressed my hand, while' 
the tear that trembled in her eye found its way to my 
cheek instead of her own. It was a moment never to be 
forgotten, — inexpressibly bitter, yet mixed with a sensa- 



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tion of pleasure so deeply soothing and affecting as at 
once to unlock all the floodgates of the heart. It was but 
a moment, however; for, instantly recovering from the 
feeling to which she had involuntarily given way, she in- 
timated to her companion she was ready to attend him, 
and, putting their horses to a brisk pace, they were soon 
far distant from the place where I stood. 

"Heaven knows, it was not apathy which loaded my 
frame and my tongue so much that I could neither re- 
turn Miss Vernon's half embrace, nor even answer her 
farewell. The word, though it rose to my tongue, seemed 
to choke in my throat, like the fatal guilty, which the 
delinquent who makes it his plea knows must be fol- 
lowed by the doom of death. The surprise, the sorrow, 
almost stupefied me. I remained motionless, with the 
packet in my hand, gazing after them, as if endeavoring 
to count the sparkles which flew from the horses' hoofs. I 
continued to look after even these had ceased to be visi- 
ble, and to listen for their footsteps long after the last 
distant trampling had died in my ears. At length, tears 
rushed to my eyes, glazed as they were by the exertion of 
straining after what was no longer to be seen. I wiped 
them mechanically and almost without being aware that 
they were flowing, but they came thicker and thicker; 
I felt the tightening of the throat and breast, — the hys- 
terica passio of poor Lear, — and, sitting down by the 
wayside, I shed a flood of the first and most bitter tears 
which had flowed from my eyes since childhood." 



The admirers of Nathaniel Hawthorne's "Scarlet Let- 
ter" will not forget the caprices of little Pearl. 
- " ' Dost thou know thy mother now, child ?' asked 
Hester, reproachfully, but with a subdued tone. ■ Wilt 



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thou come across the brook and own thy mother, now that 
she has her shame upon her, now that she is sad ?' 

"'Yes, now I will!' answered the child, bounding 
across the brook and clasping Hester in her arms. ' Now 
thou art my mother indeed ! and I am thy little Pearl !' 

"In a mood of tenderness that was not usual with her, 
she drew down her mother's head and kissed her brow 
and both her cheeks. But then, by a kind of necessity 
that always impelled this child to alloy whatever comfort 
she might chance to give with a throb of anguish, Pearl 
put up her mouth and kissed the scarlet letter too ! 

" ' That was not kind,' said Hester. ' When thou hast 
shown me a little love, thou mockest me !' " 

"Whether influenced by the jealousy that seems instinct- 
ive with every petted child towards a dangerous rival, or 
from whatever caprice of her freakish nature, Pearl would 
show no favor to the clergyman. It was only by an ex- 
ertion of force that her mother brought her up to him, 
hanging back, and manifesting her reluctance by odd 
grimaces, of which, ever since her babyhood, she had 
possessed a singular variety, and could transform her 
mobile physiognomy into a series of different aspects, with 
a new mischief in them, each and all. The minister, 
painfully embarrassed, but hoping that a kiss might prove 
a talisman to admit him into the child's kindlier regards, 
bent forward and impressed one on her brow. Hereupon 
Pearl broke away from her mother, and, running to the 
brook, stooped over it and bathed her forehead until the 
unwelcome kiss was quite washed off and diffused through 
a long lapse of the gliding water." 

" Pearl either saw and responded to her mother's feel- 
ings, or herself felt the remoteness and intangibility that 



256 THE KISS IN FICTION. 

had fallen around the minister. While the procession 
passed, the child was uneasy, fluttering up and down like 
a bird on the point of taking flight. When the whole 
had gone by, she looked up into Hester's face. 

'' 'Mother,' said she, 'was that the same minister that 
kissed me by the brook?' 

"'Hold thy peace, dear little Pearl,' whispered her 
mother. ' We must not always talk in the market-place 
of what happens to us in the forest.' 

" ' I could not be sure that it was he, so strange he 
looked,' continued the child: 'else I would have run to 
him and bid him kiss me now before all the people, even 
as he did yonder among the dark old trees. What would 
the minister have said, mother? Would he have clapped 
his hand over his heart, and scowled on me, and bid me 
begone?' 

" 'What should he say, Pearl,' answered Hester, 'save 
that it was no time to kiss, and that kisses are not to be 
given in the market-place? Well for thee, foolish child, 
that thou didst not speak to him.' " 

"The minister withdrew his dying eyes from the old 
man and fixed them on the woman and the child. 

" 'My little Pearl,' said he, feebly, — and there was a 
sweet and gentle smile over his face, as of a spirit sinking 
into deep repose ; nay, now that the burden was re- 
moved it seemed almost as if he would be sportive with 
the child, — 'dear little Pearl, wilt thou kiss me now? 
Thou wouldst not yonder in the forest ; but now thou 
wilt?' 

"Pearl kissed his lips. A spell was broken. The great 
scene of grief in which the wild infant bore a part had 
developed all her sympathies, and as her tears fell upon 
her father's cheek they were the pledge that she would 



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grow up amid human joy and sorrow, nor forever do 
battle with the world, but be a woman in it. Towards 
her mother, too, Pearl's errand as a messenger of anguish 
was all fulfilled. 

" ' Hester,' said the clergyman, ' farewell !' 
" 'Shall we not meet again?' whispered she, bending 
her face down close to his. ' Shall we not spend our 
immortal life together? Surely, surely, we have ran- 
somed one another, with all this woe ! Thou lookest far 
into eternity with those bright, dying eyes !' " 

In the endless recurrence of " the old story," the con- 
secutive and unintermitting reproduction of the pictures 

" of the primitive, pastoral ages, 
Fresh with the youth of the world, and recalling Rebecca and Isaac, 
Old and yet ever new, and simple and beautiful always, 
Love immortal and young in the endless succession of lovers," 

we can find no touches more exquisite than these from 
Rev. Charles Kingsley's " Yeast.-" 

"They parted with a long, lingering pressure of the 
hand, which haunted her young palm all night in dreams. 
Argemone got into the carriage, Lancelot jumped into 
the dog-cart, took the reins and relieved his heart by gal- 
loping Sandy up the hill and frightening the returning 
coachman down one bank and his led horses up the other. 

" ' Vogue la Galere, Lancelot! I hope you have made 
good use of your time ?' 

" But Lancelot spoke no word all the way home, and 
wandered till dawn in the woods around his cottage, 
kissing the hand which Argemone's hand had pressed." 
[Ch. vii.] 

"Entranced in wonder and pleasure, Argemone let her 
eyes wander over the drawing. And her feelings for Lan- 



258 THE KISS IN FICTION. 

celot amounted almost to worship, as she apprehended the 
harmonious unity of the manifold conception, the rugged 
boldness of the groups in front, the soft grandeur of the 
figure which was the lodestar of all their emotions, the 
virginal purity of the whole. And when she fancied that 
she traced in those bland aquiline lineaments, and in the 
crisp ringlets which floated like a cloud down to the knees 
of the figure, some traces of her own likeness, a dream of 
a new destiny flitted before her, she blushed to her very 
neck ; and as she bent her face over the drawing and 
gazed, her whole soul seemed to rise into her eyes, and a 
single tear dropped upon the paper. She laid her hand 
over it and tfren turned hastily away. 

"'You do not like it? I have been too bold,' said 
Lancelot, fearfully. 

" 'Oh, no, no ! It is so beautiful, so full of deep wis- 
dom ! But — but — You may leave it.' 

"Lancelot slipped silently out of the room, he hardly 
knew why ; and when he was gone, Argemone caught up 
the drawing, pressed it to her bosom, covered it with 
kisses, and hid it, as too precious for any eyes but her own, 
in the furthest corner of her secretaire. 

"And yet she fancied that she was not in love!" 
[Ch. x.] 

" 'Argemone ! speak ; tell me, if you will, to go forever; 
but tell me first the truth. You love me !' 

"A strong shudder ran through her frame, the ice of arti- 
ficial years cracked, and the clear stream of her woman's 
nature welled up to the light, as pure as when she first lay 
on her mother's bosom. She lifted up her eyes, and with 
One long look of passionate tenderness she faltered out, — 

" ' I love you !' 

"He did not stir, but watched her with clasped hands, 



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like one who in dreams finds himself in some fairy palace 
and fears that a movement may break the spell. 

"'Now, go,' she said; 'go and let me collect my 
thoughts. All this has been too much for me. Do not 
look sad ; you may come again to-morrow.' 

" She smiled, and held out her hand. He caught it, cov- 
ered it with kisses, and pressed it to his heart. She half 
drew it back, frightened. The sensation was new to her. 
Again the delicious feeling of being utterly in his power 
came over her, and she left her hand upon his heart, and 
blushed as she felt its passionate throbbings. 

"He turned to go, — not as before. She followed with 
greedy eyes her new-found treasure ; and as the door 
closed behind him she felt as if Lancelot was the whole 
world and there was nothing beside him, and wondered 
how a moment had made him all in all to her ; and then 
she sunk upon her knees and folded her hands upon her 
bosom, and her prayers for him were like the prayers of a 
little child." 

The colors of these pictures are painfully heightened 
by contrast with the gloom of the valley of the shadow 
of death, through which Argemone was soon afterwards 
summoned to pass. 

The treatment of this theme — a theme which is un- 
failingly attractive to both sexes, to youth with its 
yearnings and promptings, to age with its retrospects and 
reminiscences — deserves further selections. 

In "The Broken Pitcher" of Zchokke, the delightful 
German story-teller, is a pleasing scene which shows how 
the current of love ran smoothly at last, and how the am- 
bitious plans of a match-making parent were defeated : 

"As they entered the parsonage she looked at him affec- 



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tionately, and, seeing his bright eyes moistened with tears, 
she whispered in his ear, 'Dear Colin.' Then he bent 
down and kissed her hand. At this, the door of a room 
was opened, and the venerable form of Father Jerome 
stood before them. Just then the young folks seemed 
seized with giddiness, for they held fast to each other for 
support. I do not know whether it was the effect of the 
hand-kissing, or of their veneration for the good Father. 

"Mariette handed him the myrtle-wreath. He placed 
it around her brow, and said, ' Children, Love one an- 
other /' beseeching Mariette in the most tender and 
touching manner to love Colin. It seems that the old 
gentleman had either misunderstood the bridegroom's 
name on account of his deafness, or had forgotten it in 
consequence of his failing memory, and thought of course 
that Colin must be the bridegroom. 

"Mariette's heart was softened by the exhortation of 
the pious priest, and with tears and sighs she said, ■ I love 
him already, and have long loved him, but he always 
hated me.' 

"'I hated you, Mariette?' exclaimed Colin; 'ever 
since you came to La Napoule my soul has lived in you 
alone. Oh, Mariette ! how could I ever entertain the hope 
that you had any regard for me ?' 

" < Why did you avoid me, Colin, and prefer the society 
of my companions to mine?' 

" ' Oh, Mariette ! I was tossed about on a sea of fear and 
trembling, of anxiety and love, whenever I saw you. I 
had not the courage to approach you, and if I was not 
near you I was most miserable.' As they talked so 
earnestly, the good father thought they were quarrelling : 
so he put his arms around them, brought them gently 
together, and said, in an imploring tone, 'My dear, dear 
children, love one another !' 



THE KISS IN FICTION. 261 

"Then sank Mariette upon Colin's breast; Colin threw 
his arms around her, and both faces beamed with un- 
speakable delight. They forgot the priest, forgot every- 
thing. Colin's lips were pressed to Mariette's sweet 
mouth. It was only a kiss, yet a kiss of loveliest forget- 
fulness. Both were completely wrapped up in each other. 
Both had so entirely lost their recollection that, without 
knowing what they did, they involuntarily followed the 
delighted Father Jerome into the church, and before the 
altar." 



In "Fair Harvard" is another narrow escape of two 
loving hearts from separation : 

"The sight of Miss Campbell's grief recalled Went- 
worth to his senses. 

" ■ Forgive me !' he cried, passionately. ' I knew not 
what I said. My love for you has made me beside my- 
self. It was my wounded vanity that spoke. It is my 
misfortune, not your fault, that you did not love me. 
Tell me that you forgive me. Though I love you more 
than all the world besides, I will never see you again.' 

"'Never again, Wentworth?' The girl raised her 
head, a smile broke through her tears, her lips quivered 
with tenderness. 

" 'Darling, I will never leave you!' cried her happy 
lover, and caught her half reluctant in his arms, and set 
love's sweet seal upon his vow. 

"A diviner beauty shone from the girl's fair face; a 
tenderer light beamed from her sunny eyes. 

"'Dearest!' she whispered, — the magic of her voice 
unlocked the gates of sense, filled the air with visions of 
beauty, and called over the laughing waves the music 
of heavenly choirs, — ' Dearest, tell me again that you 



262 THE KISS IN FICTION. 

love me.' She sank upon her lover's breast trans- 
figured. 

"'Dearest!' she again whispered, 'will you love me 
always as now ?' 

" 'Always, darling, always ! Would that now were for- 
ever ? Nay, love, I would give my hope of immortal life 
to win this moment of delight !' 

" ' Hush ! hush !' the girl clung closer to her lover. 

" ' Not such love, but that you will always be noble and 
true, and — and will love no one else so well.' " 



In Charlotte Bronte's masterpiece, Jane Eyre returns 
to Thornfield after the long separation enforced by a 
painful adventure. She learns, upon revisiting the old 
familiar scenes, of the destruction of Thornfleld Hall by 
fire, and of the violent death of the maniac wife. She finds 
that the lonely and sightless Rochester is an occupant of 
Ferndean manor-house, and she glides quietly into his 
parlor unannounced : 

" ' This is you, Mary, is it not?' 

" ' Mary is in the kitchen,' I answered. 

" He put out his hand with a quick gesture, but, not see- 
ing where I stood, he did not touch me. 'Who is this? 
who is this?' he demanded, trying, as it seemed, to see 
with those sightless eyes, — unavailing and distressing 
attempt! 'Answer me, — speak again!' he ordered, im- 
periously and aloud. 

" * Will you have a little more water, sir? I spilled half 
of what was in the glass,' I said. 

" ' Who is it ? What is it ? Who speaks ?' 

" ' Pilot knows me, and John and Mary know I am here; 
I came only this evening,' I answered. 



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" 'Great God ! what delusion has come over me ? What 
sweet madness has seized me ?' 

"'No delusion, no madness; your mind, sir, is too 
strong for delusion, your health too sound for frenzy.' 

" 'And where is this speaker? Is it only a voice? Oh! 
I cannot see, but I must feel, or my heart will stop, and 
my brain burst. Whatever — whoever you are — be per- 
ceptible to the touch, or I cannot live.' 

" He groped ; I arrested his wandering hand and pris- 
oned it in both mine. 

"'Her very fingers!' he cried; 'her small slight 
fingers! If so, there must be more of her.' 

"The muscular hand broke from my custody; my arm 
was seized, my shoulder, neck, waist — I was entwined and 
gathered to him. 

" 'Is it Jane? What is it? This is her shape, — this 
is her size ' 

" 'And this is her voice,' I added. 'She is all here; 
her heart, too. God bless you, sir ! I am glad to be so 
near you again.' 

" ' Jane Eyre ! Jane Eyre !' was all he said. 

" ' My dear master,' I answered, ' I am Jane Eyre ; I 
have found you out. I am come back to you.' 

" ' In truth? In the flesh ? My living Jane?' 

" 'You touch me, sir, — you hold me, and fast enough ; 
I am not cold like a corpse, nor vacant like air, am I ?' 

" ' My living darling ! These are certainly her limbs, 
and these her features ; but I cannot be so blessed after 
all my misery. It is a dream ; such dreams as I have had 
at night, when I clasped her once more to my heart, as I 
do now ; and kissed her as thus — and felt that she loved 
me, and trusted she would not leave me.' 

" ' Which I never will, sir, from this day.' 

" 'Never will, says the vision ! But I always woke and 



264 THE KISS IN FICTION. 

found it an empty mockery ; and I was desolate and aban- 
doned, — my life dark, lonely, hopeless, — my soul athirst 
and forbidden to drink, — my heart famished and never to 
be fed. Gentle, soft dream, nestling in my arms now, 
you will fly, too, as your sisters have all fled before you ; 
but kiss me before you go, — embrace me, Jane.' 

" 'There, sir; and there !' 

"I pressed my lips to his once brilliant and now rayless 
eyes, — I swept his hair from his brow, and kissed that, 
too. He suddenly seemed to rouse himself; the convic- 
tion of the reality of all this seized him. 

'"It is you, — is it, Jane? You are come back to me, 
then ?' 

"'I am.' " 

In " Lothair," Mr. Disraeli does not leave his hero and 
heroine until they start to " walk the long path in peace 
together:" 

" 'Where can they have all gone?' said Lady Corisande, 
looking round. 'We must find them.' 

"'And leave this garden?' said Lothair. 'And I 
without a flower, the only one without a flower? I am 
afraid that is significant of my lot.' 

" 'You shall choose a rose,' said Lady Corisande. 

" 'Nay; trie charm is, that it should be your choice.' 

"But choosing the rose lost more time, and, when 
Corisande and Lothair reached the arches of golden yew, 
there were no friends in sight. 

" ' I think I hear sounds this way,' said Lothair, and he 
led his companion farther from home. 

" 'I see no one,' said Corisande, distressed, and when 
they had advanced a little way. 

" ' We are sure to find them in good time,' said Lothair. 
' Besides, I wanted to speak to you about the garden at 



THE KISS IN FICTION. 265 

Muriel. I wanted to induce you to go there and help me 
to make it. Yes,' he added, after some hesitation, 'on 
this spot — I believe on this very spot — I asked the permis- 
sion of your mother two years ago to express to you my 
love. She thought me a boy, and she treated me as a 
boy. She said I knew nothing of the world, and both 
our characters were unformed. I know the world now. 
I have committed many mistakes, doubtless many follies ; 
have formed many opinions, and have changed many 
opinions; but to one I have been constant, in one I am 
unchanged, and that is my adoring love to you.' 

"She turned pale, she stopped, then, gently taking his 
arm, she hid her face in his breast. 

"He soothed and sustained her agitated frame, and 
sealed with an embrace her speechless form. Then, with 
soft thoughts and softer words, clinging to him, he induced 
her to resume their stroll, which both of them now wished 
might assuredly be undisturbed. They had arrived at the 
limit of the pleasure-grounds, and they wandered into 
the park and its most sequestered parts. All this time 
Lothair spoke much, and gave her the history of his life 
since he first visited her home. Lady Corisande said 
little, but, when she was more composed, she told him 
that from the first her heart had been his, but everything 
seemed to go against her hopes. Perhaps at last, to please 
her parents, she would have married the Duke of Brecon, 
had not Lothair returned ; and what he had said to her 
that morning at Crecy House had decided her resolution, 
whatever might be her lot, to unite it to no one else but 
him. But then came the adventure of the crucifix, and 
she thought all was over for her, and she quitted town in 
despair." 

But not always is the ending thus smoothed and har- 
monized, mutual consecration thus rewarded, mutual trust 

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266 THE KISS JN FICTION. 

thus irradiated. Sometimes for the diadem of love is 
substituted a crown of thorns, and for the aureole of faith 
and hope the gloom and shadow of despair ; sometimes 
the steps which together had been peaceful and happy- 
are made to diverge into the pathways which lead through 
dreary interpretation of duty, or fateful compulsion, to 
that abiding sorrow which only finds rest in the grave. 



Here is a sad picture from Anne M. Crane's " Oppor- 
tunity:" 

" Gazing upon this agony of despair, an uncontrollable 
impulse swept over the woman, seized upon her, to stretch 
out her hands and cry to him, — 

"'Douglas, your only mistake has been in not seeing 
that my heart is not dead, but sleeping ; that you could 
still teach me to love you; that we might yet be supremely 
happy. ' 

"How mighty was the temptation would never be known 
except to Harvey Berney and her God ; but its power 
culminated and passed before he found strength to speak 
again. No, he had voluntarily pledged his word and 
promise to another, and that pledge must be redeemed ; 
he must bear his hard fate as best he might. She thought 
of the utter desolation which would descend on another 
woman's life, were she now to take from it what it had 
rightfully won. For herself it was the surrender of a 
future bliss, of a joy which would have come forth in the 
fulness of time j to that other it would be annihilation 
of happiness now and forever. Broken heart on the 
woman's side, broken faith on the man's, — that price 
must not be paid for any earthly good. For his own sake 
she did not dare to grant his heart's desire ; ah, yes ! and 
the desire of her own. Better misery, failure, and dis- 



THE KISS IN FICTION. 267 

appointment, than that they should willingly sink to false 
degeneracy. 

" Swiftly but surely she had counted the cost, when, 
after a moment, the man's voice again broke the stillness: 

" ' From that night I should have gone down to destruc- 
tion if Rose had not put out her hand to me. I clung to 
it then, and my one chance for heaven and earth is to 
cling to it until I die. You women, who lead such quiet, 
sheltered lives, can never know or comprehend a man's 
terrible necessity for some semblance of hope and happi- 
ness. Rose takes me just as I am, and I pray, for her 
sake, that she may save me.' 

" ' And I pray the same prayer for your sake, and I know 
that it will be answered,' cried Harvey's quivering voice, 
as the hot tears sprang to her eyes. 

"The man gazed straight into them. 

" 'I shall remember that,' he said, in a different tone 
from that which he had been using. ' I shall always re- 
member that, though we part now perhaps forever. My 
love is a love for life and death, for time and eternity, yet 
for this world we die to each other from to-night. But, 
Harvey,' he said, coming close to her and speaking with 
a horrible breathlessness, as though soul and body were 
being torn asunder, 'dying men gain their own rights 
and privileges.' He took that noble, tender face within 
his hands, and raised it for one last long look. But he 
could not, he would not go, taking with him only that. 
Suddenly the strong arms were about her, holding her, 
straining her to that madly-throbbing heart, while upon 
lips and cheeks and brow fell long bu ning kisses, each 
one of which seemed to claim and seal her as his own. 
Suddenly again she felt herself released, and after a mo- 
ment knew that he was gone. Then she sank down before 
the fire, heart-sick and desolate, knowing that she had 



268 THE KISS IN FICTION. 

surrendered forever the man who loved her and whom she 
might have loved." 

But both remembered the words of Robert Browning, 
"This life of mine must be lived out, and a grave 
thoroughly earned," and both bravely and patiently en- 
dured unto the end. Far different was the tragic fate of 
the "Bride of Lammermoor :" 

"Lucy covered her face with her hands, and the tears, in 
spite of her, forced their way between her fingers. 'For- 
give me,' said Ravenswood, taking her right hand, which, 
after slight resistance, she yielded to him, still continuing 
to shade her face with the left ; ' I am too rude — too 
rough — too intractable to deal with any being so soft and 
gentle as you are. Forget that so stern a vision has 
crossed your path of life, and let me pursue mine, sure 
that I can meet with no worse misfortune after the mo- 
ment it divides me from your side.' 

" Lucy wept on, but her tears were less bitter. Each 
attempt which the master made to explain his purpose of 
departure only proved a new evidence of his desire to 
stay; until, at length, instead of bidding her farewell, he 
gave his faith to her forever and received her troth in re- 
turn. The whole passed so suddenly, and arose so much 
out of the immediate impulse of the moment, that ere the 
master of Ravenswood could reflect upon the conse- 
quences of the step which he had taken, their lips as well 
as their hands had pledged the sincerity of their affection." 

Every reader of this sorrowful story will remember how 
Lucy was forced by her mother into an agreement to 
marry a detested wretch on account of his wealth ; how 
Ravenswood confronted the family and poured out the 
terrors of his wrath and indignation ; how he closed his 
scathing invectives by turning to Lucy with the words, 



THE KISS IN FICTION. 269 

"And to you, madam, I have nothing further to say, ex- 
cept to pray to God that you may not become a world's 
wonder for this act of wilful and deliberate perjury ;" 
how Lucy, in a paroxysm of insanity, attempted to mur- 
der Bucklaw in the bridal chamber; and how, soon after, 
death cfosed for her the tragic scenes of earth. 



How a loving kiss enfeebled and finally paralyzed the 
arm of a murderess is told by Bulvver-Lytton in his # "Lu- 
cretia :" 

"Late in the evening, before she retired to rest, Helen 
knocked gently at her aunt's door. A voice quick and 
startled bade her enter. She came in with her sweet, 
caressing look, and took Lucretia's hand, which struggled 
from the clasp. Bending over that haggard brow, she 
said, simply, yet to Lucretia's ear the voice seemed that 
of command, 'Let me kiss you this night!' and her 
lips pressed that brow. The murderess shuddered, and 
closed her eyes ; when she opened them, the angel visitor 
was gone!" 

What followed was the theme of a conference with a 
fellow-conspirator, from which we extract the following 
dialogue : 

"Shutting the door with care, and turning the key, 
Gabriel said, with low, suppressed passion, — 
" 'Well, your mind seems wandering. Speak !' 
" ' It is strange,' said Lucretia, in hollow tones. ' Can 
Nature turn accomplice, and befriend us here ?' 

" ' Nature! did you not last night administer the ' 

"'No,' interrupted Lucretia. 'No; she came into the 
room; she kissed me here, on the brow that even then 
was meditating murder. The kiss burned ; it burns still ; 

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270 THE KISS IN FICTION. 

— it eats, into the brain like remorse. But I did not yield ; 
I read again her false father's protestation of love; I read 
again the letter announcing the discovery of my son, and 
remorse lay still ; I went forth as before ; I stole into her 
chamber ; I had the fatal crystal in my hand ' 

"'Well! well!' 

" 'And suddenly there came the fearful howl of a dog: 
and the dog's fierce eyes glared on me ; I paused, I trem- 
bled ; Helen started, woke, called aloud ; I turned and 
fled. 'The poison was not given.' " 

And afterwards she said, — 

" ' That kiss still burns; I will stir in this no more.' " 

When it comes to the " last scene of all that ends this 
strange eventful history," few can equal in power and 
pathos the popular writer, Samuel Warren, as witness one 
or two passages in the " Diary of a Physician." 

In " The Wife," which is a record of incredible atroci- 
ties on the part of a brutal husband, and of patient en- 
durance and endless forgiveness on the part of the wife, 
we come to the closing scene : 

" ' Well, George, we must part !' said she, closing her 
eyes and breathing softly, but fast. Her husband sobbed 
like a child, with his face buried in his handkerchief. 
' Do you forgive me ?' he murmured, half choked with 
emotion. 

" ' Yes, dear — dear — dearest husband ! God knows how 
I do from my heart ! I forgive all the little you have ever 
grieved me about.' 

" ' Oh, Jane — Jane — Jane !' groaned the man, suddenly 
stooping over the bed and kissing her lips in an apparent 
ecstasy. He fell down on his knees and cried bitterly. 

" ' Rise, George, rise,' said his wife, faintly. He obeyed 
her, and she again clasped his hand in hers. 



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271 



" 'George, are you there — are you?' she inquired, in a 
voice fainter and fainter. 

" ' Here I am, love ! — oh, look on me ! look on me !' 
he sobbed, gazing steadily on her features. ' Say once 
more that you forgive me ! Let me hear your dear, 
blessed voice again — or — or — ' 

" ' I do ! kiss me — kiss me,' she murmured, almost in- 
audibly; and her unworthy, her guilty husband kissed 
away the last expiring breath of one of the loveliest and 
most injured women whose hearts have been broken by a 
husband's brutality." 

In that singular instance of premonstration, "The 
Broken Heart," we follow with eager interest to its natural 
and most sorrowful conclusion the sorrowful revelation 
so unexpectedly made to a gentle and pensive girl, in the 
midst of her song at a brilliant party, of the death of her 
affianced on the battle-field. There was nothing left for 
her then but to welcome the peace of the grave, — 

" Like a lily drooping, 
Bow her head and die.'' 

On the family's being summoned into the chamber of 
death, — 

" Her sister Jane was the first that entered, her eyes 
swollen with weeping, and seemingly half suffocated with 
the effort to conceal her emotions. 

" 'Oh, my darling, precious, — my own sister Annie!' 
she sobbed, and knelt down at the bedside, flinging her 
arms round her sister's neck, kissing the gentle s.iiferer's 
cheeks and mouth. 

" ' Annie ! love ! darling ! — don't you know me?' she 
groaned, kissing her forehead repeatedly. Could I help 
weeping? All who had entered were standing around 
the bed, sobbing, and in tears. I kept my fingers at the 



272 THE KISS IN FICTION. 

wrist of the dying sufferer, but could not feel whether or 
not the pulse beat, which, however, I attributed to my 
own agitation. 

'"Speak — speak — my darling Annie! speak to me; I 
am your poor sister Jane !' sobbed the agonized girl, 
continuing fondly kissing her sister's cold lips and fore- 
head. She suddenly started, exclaimed, ' Oh, God ! 
she's dead/ 1 and sank instantly senseless on the floor. 
Alas, alas ! it was too true ; my sweet and broken-hearted 
patient was no more." 

The author of " Guy Livingstone" gives us these note- 
worthy passages : 

" He bent down his lofty head, and instantly their lips 
met, and were set together fast. 

"A kiss ! Tibullus, Secundus, Moore, and a thousand 
other poets and poetasters have rhymed on the word for 
centuries, decking it with the choicest and quaintest con- 
ceits. But, remember, it was with a kiss that the greatest 
of all criminals sealed the unpardonable sin ; it was a kiss 
which brought on Francesca punishment so unutterably 
piteous that he swooned at the sight who endured to look 
on all the other horrors of nine-circled hell." 

"He laid the light burden, ^hat scarcely weighed upon 
his arm, down on the pillows, very softly and gently, 
smoothing them mechanically with his hand. . Then he 
stooped and pressed one kiss more on the pale lips : they 
never felt it, though the passion of that lengthened caress 
might almost have waked the dead. And so those two 
parted, to meet again upon earth never more. 

"The next time woman's lips touched Guy Living- 
stone's, they were his mother's, and he had been a corpse 
an hour." 



THE KISS IN HUMOROUS STORY 
AND ANECDOTE. 



FATHER TOM AND THE POPE. 

Every one who knows anything of the humorous litera- 
ture of the century has laughed a hundred times over that 
wonderful story of "Father Tom and the Pope; or, A 
Night at the Vatican," which has been attributed to so 
many of the leading Irish humorists, and is enough of 
itself to have made the reputation of the best of them. 
From its first appearance, in "Blackwood," Catholics and 
Protestants alike have enjoyed its marvellous and abound- 
ing fun, and it is one of the few tilings written in our 
time which people do not refuse to read to-day because of 
having read them yesterday and the day before. 

Those who know the story will remember that the rev- 
erend Father being "in Room, ov coorse the Pope axed 
him to take pot-look wid him," and they proceeded 
together to " invistigate the composition of distilled 
liquors. ' ' As sociability grew warm between them, Father 
Tom volunteered to astonish his Holiness with a new 
"preparation ov chymicals," after the manner of the 
" ould counthry." To make this "miraculous mixthir" 
exactly what it ought to be, his reverence insisted that "a 
faymale hand was ondispinsably necessary to produce the 
adaptation ov the particles," and the butler of the Vat- 
ican had accordingly brought up "Miss Eliza," one of 
the fairest maids of the household, that she might stir the 
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THE KISS IN HUMOROUS STORY. 



milk in the skillet with the little finger of her right hand. 
Miss Eliza is described as " stepping like a three-year- 
old, and blushing like the brake of day," and the Pope 
had very early to rebuke his reverence with some stern- 
ness for his "deludhering talk to the young woman." 
Nothing daunted, however, the gallant Father managed 
somehow to upset the candle and put the "windy-cur- 
tains" in peril of fire, and while the rest of the company 
were engaged in "getting things put to rights," the inci- 
dent, or accident, occurred which can only be told in the 
words of the story. 

"And now," says Mickey HefTerman, the story-teller, 
"I have to tell you ov a raally onpleasant occurrence. 
If it was a Prodesan that was in it, I'd say that while the 
Pope's back was turned, Father Tom made free wid the 
two lips ov Miss Eliza ; but, upon my conscience, I be- 
lieve it was a mere mistake that his Holiness fell into, on 
account ov his being an ould man and not having aither 
his eyesight or his hearing very parfect. At any rate it 
can't be denied but that he had a sthrong imprission that 
sich was the case; for he wheeled about as quick as thought 
jist as his riv'rence was sitting down, and charged him 
wid the offmce plain and plump. ' Is it kissing my house- 
keeper before my face you are, you villain?' says he. 
' Go down out o' this,' says he to Miss Eliza, 'and do 
you be packing off wid you,' he says to Father Tom, 'for 
it's not safe, so it isn't, to have the likes ov you in a 
house where there's timptation in your way.' 

"'Is it me?' says his riv'rence; ' why, what would 
your Holiness be at, at all? Sure I wasn't doing no sich 
thing.' 

" 'Would you have me doubt the evidence ov my 
sinses ?' says the Pope ; ' would you have me doubt the 
testimony ov my eyes and ears?' says he. 



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275 



" ' Indeed I would so,' says his riv'rence, ' if they pre- 
tind to have informed your Holiness ov any sich foolish- 
ness. ' 

"'Why,' says the Pope, 'I seen you afther kissing 
Eliza as plain as I see the nose on your face ; I heard the 
shmack you gave her as plain as ever I heard thundher.' 

" : And how do you know whether you see the nose on 
my face or not?' says his riv'rence; 'and how do you 
know whether what you thought was thundher was thun- 
dher at all? Them operations ov the sinses,' says he, 
* comprises only particular corporayal emotions, connected 
wid sartin confused perciptions called sinsations, and 
isn't to be depended upon at all. If we were to follow 
them blind guides, we might jist as well turn heretics at 
ons't. 'Pon my secret word, your Holiness, it's naither 
charitable nor orthodox ov you to set up the testimony ov 
your eyes and ears agin the characther of a clargyman. 
And now see how aisy it is to explain all them phwe- 
nomena that perplexed you. I ris and went over beside 
the young woman because the skillet was boiling over, to 
help her to save the dhrop ov liquor that was in it ; and as 
for the noise you heard, my dear man, it was naither more 
nor less nor myself dhrawing the cork out ov this blessed 
bottle.' 

" 'Don't offer to thrape that upon me !' says the Pope; 
1 here's the cork in the bottle still, as tight as a wedge.' 

" 'I beg your pardon,' says his riv'rence; ' that's not 
the cork at all,' says he. 'I dhrew the cork a good two 
minits ago, and it's very purtily spitted on the end ov this 
blessed cork-shcrew at this prisint moment ; howandiver 
you can't see it, because it's only its raal prisince that's 
in it. But that appearance that you call a cork,' says he, 
'is nothing but the outward spacies and external qualities 
of the cortical nathur. Them's nothing but the accidents 



276 THE KISS IN HUMOROUS STORY. 

of the cork that you're looking at and handling ; but, as 
I tould you afore, the raal cork's. dhrew, and is here prisint 
on the end ov this nate little insthrument, and it was the 
noise I made in dhrawing it, and nothing else, that you 
mistook for the sound ov the pogue.' 

" You know there was no conthravaning what he said, 
and the Pope couldn't openly deny it. Howandiver he 
thried to pick a hole in it this way. 

" 'Granting/ says he, 'that there is the differ you say 
betuxt the raality ov the cork and them cortical accidents, 
and that it's quite possible, as you allidge, that the thrue 
cork is raally prisint on the end ov the shcrew, while the 
accidents keep the mouth of the bottle stopped ; still,' 
says he, 'I can't undherstand, though willing to acquit 
you, how the dhrawing ov the raal cork, that's onpalpable 
and widout accidents, could produce the accident ov that 
sinsible explosion I heard jist now.' 

" 'All I can say,' says hisriv'rence, ' is that I'm sinsible 
it was a raal accident, anyhow.' 

" 'Ay,' says the Pope, 'the kiss you gev Eliza, you 
mane.' 

" 'No,' says his riv'rence, 'but the report I made.' " 



,THE STUDENT OF UPSALA. 

Mary Howitt, in her " Frederika Bremer and her 
Swedish Sisters," repeats the pleasant story of a univer- 
sity student at Upsala in the early part of the present 
century. He was the son of a poor widow, and was 
standing with some of his college companions in one of 
the public walks on a fine Sunday morning. As they 
were thus standing, the young daughter of the governor, 
a good and beautiful girl, was seen approaching them on 
her way to church, accompanied by her governess. 



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Suddenly the widow's son exclaimed, "I am sure that 
young girl would give me a kiss I" 

His companions laughed, and one of them, a rich 
young fellow, said, "It is impossible! Thou an utter 
stranger, and in a public thoroughfare ! It is too absurd 
to think of." 

" Nevertheless, I am confident of what I say," returned 
the other. 

The rich student offered to lay a heavy wager that, so 
far from succeeding, he would not even venture to propose 
such a thing. 

Taking him at his word, the poor student, the moment 
the young lady and her attendant had passed, followed 
them, and politely addressing them, they stopped, on 
which, in a modest and straightforward manner, he said, 
speaking to the governor's daughter, "It entirely rests 
with Froken to make my fortune." 

"How so?" demanded she, greatly amazed. 

" I am a poor student," said he, " the son of a widow. 
If Froken would condescend to give me a kiss, I should 
win a large sum of money, which, enabling me to con- 
tinue my studies, would relieve my mother of a great 
anxiety." 

" If success depend on so small a thing," said the 
innocent girl, "I can but comply;" and therewith, 
sweetly blushing, she gave him a kiss, just as if he had 
been her brother. 

Without a thought of wrong-doing, the young girl went 
to church, and afterwards told her father of the en- 
counter. 

The next day the governor summoned the bold student 
to his presence, anxious to see the sort of person who had 
thus dared to accost his daughter. But the young man's 
modest demeanor at once favorably impressed him. He 

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heard his story, and was so well pleased that he invited 
him to dine at the castle twice a week. 

In about a year the young lady married the student 
whose fortune she had thus made, and who is at the pres- 
ent day a celebrated Swedish philologist. His amiable 
wife died a few years since. 



TUNNEL STORIES. 

The well-known court-plaster incident is said to have 
occurred in one of the tunnels of the Hudson River Rail- 
road. A very pretty lady was seated opposite to a good- 
looking gentleman who was accompanying a party to 
Saratoga Springs. It was observed that this exceedingly 
handsome young woman had the smallest bit of court- 
plaster on a slight abrasion of the surface of her red upper 
lip. As the cars rumbled into the darkness of the tunnel, 
a slight exclamation of " Oh !" was heard from the lady, 
and when the cars again emerged into the light, the little 
piece of court-plaster aforesaid had become in some mys- 
terious manner transferred to the upper lip of the young 
gentleman ! Curious, was it not ? 

A Western youth played a trick on two school-girls 
returning home for vacation, which is' thus reported : 

Occupying a seat on the train just back of them, he 
entered into a flirtation which was in no way discouraged. 
The train came to a dark tunnel, and when it got midway 
he kissed the back of his own hand audibly, — gave it a 
regular buss. Each girl, of course, charged the other 
with guilt, and the passengers thought possibly the youth 
had kissed both. When they got home, each told the 
joke on the other, and for the first time two girls have 
the credit of having been kissed without having enjoyed 
that pleasure. 



THE KISS IN HUMOROUS STORY. 279 

A similar story, but with an improvement, is told of 
Horace Vernet, the eminent painter. 

The artist was going from Versailles to Paris by rail- 
way. In the same compartment with him were two ladies 
whom he had never seen before, but who were evidently 
acquainted with him. They examined him minutely, and 
commented freely upon his martial bearing, his hale old 
age, the style of his dress, etc. They continued their 
annoyance until finally the painter determined to put an 
end to the persecution. As the train passed through the 
tunnel of St. Cloud, the three travellers were wrapped in 
complete darkness. Vernet raised the back of his hand 
to his mouth, and kissed it twice violently. On emerg- 
ing from the obscurity, he found that the ladies had with- 
drawn their attention from him, and were accusing each 
other of having been kissed by a man in the dark ! 

Presently they arrived at Paris ; and Vernet, on leaving 
them, said, " Ladies, I shall be puzzled all my life by the 
inquiry, Which of these two ladies was it that kissed me?" 

A correspondent of one of the London morning 
papers writes, "The following little incident which hap- 
pened the other day illustrates the necessity of providing 
more light in the carriages of the Metropolitan Under- 
ground Railway. A gentleman had taken his seat in a 
second-class carriage which had already nine occupants. 
On the side opposite to him sat one of the prettiest women 
he had ever seen. She had entered the carriage accom- 
panied by an elderly gentleman, who seated himself oppo- 
site to her, and whose attentions to the lady left little 
doubt that they stood to one another in the relation of 
husband and wife. The light was exceedingly dim when 
they started. At Victoria Station, a boy, who sat next to 
the elderly gentleman, got out. In consequence of the 



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departure of the boy there was a moving up of the tightly- 
wedged passengers on that side of the carriage, and the 
gentleman whom I first mentioned was thus brought right 
opposite to the lady whose beauty had already attracted 
his attention, and sat in the position originally occupied 
by her elderly companion. From Victoria to South Ken- 
sington they were left in total darkness, and this is what 
happened, in the words of the narrator : ' A light little 
hand was laid on my shoulder ; I felt a sweet warm breath 
fan my face ; a pair of the softest, most perfect lips were 
pressed to mine with a delicious sensation which I cannot 
describe. Then a little hand slid down my arm, thrilling 
every nerve in my body, and finally deposited three 
lozenges in my hand. As we neared the lights of South 
Kensington Station, the hand was withdrawn. May the 
gentleman on my left ever remain in blissful ignorance of 
the mistake made by his better half in the darkness of 
that tunnel.' Let us echo that wish, and hope that the 
secret of three lozenges was never divulged. Under cer- 
tain circumstances darkness has its advantages, — that is 
to say, if you are not travelling with your wife." 

Those who have read "The Newcomes" will probably 
remember the following passage : 

"A young ~ gentleman and a young lady a-kissing of 
each other in the railway coach," says Hannah, jerking 
up with her finger to the ceiling, as much as to say, 
"There she is ! Lar, she be a pretty young creature, that 
she be ! and sol told Miss Martha." Thus differently 
had the news which had come to them on the previous 
night affected the old lady and her maid. 

The news was that Miss Newcome's maid (a giddy 
thing from the country, who had not even learned as yet 
to hold her tongue) had announced with giggling delight 



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to Lady Ann's maid that Mr. Clive had given Miss Ethel 
a kiss in the tunnel, and she supposed it was a match. 

Clive, we are told, did not know whether to laugh or 
to be in a rage over this report. He evidently felt called' 
upon, however, to swear that he was as innocent of all 
intention of kissing Miss Ethel as of embracing Queen 
Elizabeth. 

AN AMOROUS WESTERN YOUTH. 

A young Montana chap upon stepping aboard of a 
sleeping-car thus addressed the conductor : 

"See here, captain, I want one of your best bunks for 
this young woman, and one for myself individually. 
One will do for us when we get to the Bluff, — hey, 
Mariar?" (Here he gave a playful poke at "Mariar," 
to which she replied, "Now, John, quit.") "For, you 
see, we're goin' to git married at Mariar's uncle's. We 
might 'a bin married at Montanny, but we took a habit 
to wait till we got to the Bluff, bein' Mariar's uncle is a 
minister, and they charge a goshfired price for hitchin' 
folks at Montanny." 

"Mariar" was assigned to one of the best "bunks." 
During a stoppage of the train at a station, the voice of 
John was heard in pleading accents, unconscious that the 
train had stopped, and that his tones could be heard 
throughout the car : 

" Now, Mariar, you might give a feller jes one." 

"John, you quit, or I'll git out right here, and hoof it 
back to Montanny in the snow-storm." 

"Only one little kiss, Mariar, and I hope to die if I 
don't " 

"John !" 

At this moment an old gray-beard poked his head out 
of his berth, at the other end of the car, and cried out, 

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"Maria, for pity's sake, give John one kiss, so that we 
can go to sleep sometime to-night !" 

Thereupon John subsided, and retired to his berth to 
dream of the distinction between the hesitancy of the 
kiss of courtship and the freedom of the kiss connubial. 



LOVE IN A STREET-CAR. 

A Baltimore writer narrates the following amusing 
incident : 

Having business that required my attention in the 
northwestern section of the city until a late hour, I, at 
half-past eleven o'clock, found myself seated in a Madison 
Avenue car. At the crossing of Franklin and Eutaw 
Streets a young couple entered the car, and occupied a 
seat in the corner opposite myself. Being a great ad- 
mirer of the fair sex, I stole a glance at the lady, and was 
recompensed by beholding a very handsome young miss, 
with black hair and eyes, — the latter appearing as if Cupid 
had rented the premises and was determined to dispute 
the sway of man. Her companion was a biped attired in 
a new suit of Harrison Street store clothes, as gay as a 
peacock. The first thing he did after seating himself was 
to encircle the neck of the lady with his left arm, while 
his right handTovingly grasped her left. Not being used 
to such scenes (being a bachelor), I kept my t'other eye 
open, and noted down the proceedings in my mind. 

"Clara," began the passionate lover, "ain't this nice? 
I swon, it's a good deal better'n ridin' in the old wagin !" 

"Yes, Josh," feebly articulated Clara. "But don't 
hug me so ; the folks are lookin' at us." 

" Well, let 'em look !" retorted Josh. "Guess they'd 
like tu be in my place a spell, ennyhow!" (I, for one, 
did most heartily envy him the position.) 



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"Yes; but, Josh, you know they will laugh at us," 
meekly rejoined his companion. 

" Let 'em laugh !" exclaimed the irate lover. " Don't 
I love you, and don't you love me, and ain't we a-goin' 
to git married to-morrer?" 

Josh at this moment appeared as though a brilliant idea 
had struck him, for he suddenly bent over and kissed his 
fair companion squarely in the mouth. 

"There !" said he, exultingly; "ain't that nice? You 
don't allers git them sort !" Then, turning to the occu- 
pants of the car, he exclaimed, "Strangers, me and this 
young woman have come down from the country to git 
married. She is a nice gal, and I'm a-goin' to do the 
right thing by her !" 

During the delivery of this concise speech, Clara's face 
was suffused with blushes ; noticing which, her ardent 
lover remarked, "Don't git so all-fired red about the 
gills, Clara. You know that we are a-goin' to be mar- 
ried ; and what's the use to fluster up so?" 

This last speech settled the business of the passengers. 
They gave one shout, and relieved themselves of a charge 
of laughter that had almost strangled them. At the next 
corner I vacated the car, leaving the happy couple as 
contented as if the future denoted nothing but sunshine. 



TAKING TOLL. 

A gentleman of an autobiographic turn relates how he 
was instructed in the custom of taking toll, by a sprightly 
widow, during a moonlight sleigh-ride with a merry party. 
He says : 

The lively widow L. sat in the same sleigh, under the 
same buffalo-robe, with me. 

" Oh ! oh ! don't, don't !" she exclaimed, as we came 



284 THE KISS IN HUMOROUS STORY. 

to the first bridge, at the same time catching me by the 
arm and turning her veiled face towards me, while her 
little eyes twinkled through the moonlight. 

" Don't what ?" I asked. "I'm not doing anything." 

"Well, but I thought you were going to take toll," 
replied the widow. 

"To///" I rejoined. "What's that?" 

"Well, I declare!" cried the widow, her clear laugh 
ringing out above the music of the bells, " you pretend 
you don't know what toll is !" 

"Indeed I don't, then," I said, laughing; "explain, 
if you please." 

"You never heard, then," said the widow, most pro- 
vokingly, — "you never heard that when we are on a 
sleigh-ride the gentlemen always, — that is, sometimes, — 
when they cross a bridge, claim a kiss, and call it toll. 
But I never pay it." 

I said that I had never heard of it before ; but when 
we came to the next bridge I claimed the toll, and the 
widow's struggles to hold the veil over her face were not 
enough to tear it. At last the veil was removed, her 
round, rosy face was turned directly towards mine, and in 
the clear light of a frosty moon the toll was taken, for 
the first time in my experience. Soon we came to a long 
bridge, with several arches ; the widow said it was of no 
use to resist a man who would have his own way, so she 
paid the toll without a murmur. 

"But you won't take toll for every arch, will you?" 
she said, so archly that I could not fail to exact all my 
dues ; and that was the beginning of my courtship. 

SUDDEN ATTACHMENT. 
It is related of Curran, the famous Irish orator and 
wit, that he was one evening sitting in a box at the French 



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Opera, between an Irish noblewoman, whom he had 
accompanied there, and a very young French lady. The 
ladies soon manifested a strong desire to converse, but 
neither of them knew a word of the other's language. 
Curran, of course, volunteered to interpret, or, in his 
own words, "to be the carrier of their thoughts, and 
accountable for their safe delivery." They went at it at 
once, with all the ardor and zest of the Irish and French 
nature combined; but their interpreter took the liberty of 
substituting his own thoughts for theirs, and instead of 
remarks upon the dresses and the play he introduced so 
many finely-turned compliments that the two ladies soon 
became completely fascinated with each other. At last, 
their enthusiasm becoming sufficiently great, the wily in- 
terpreter, in conveying some very innocent questions from 
his countrywoman, asked the French lady " if she would 
favor her with a kiss." Instantly springing across the 
orator, she imprinted a kiss on each cheek of the Irish 
lady, who was amazed at her sudden attack, and often 
afterwards asked Mr. Curran, "What in the world could 
that French girl have meant by such conduct in such a 
place?" He never revealed the secret, and the Irish lady 
always thought French girls were very ardent and sudden 
in their attachments. 



EARLY DISCRIMINATION. 

A judicious mother told her little girls they must not 
be hanging around and kissing the young gentlemen who 
visited the house ; it was not becoming in them, and it 
might be troublesome. A few days afterwards an old 
gentleman, a friend of the family, called, and, while 
noticing the children, drew one of them to him and 
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286 THE KISS IN HUMOROUS STORY. 

nothing of the sort; and when the gentleman was gone, 
the mother said, — 

"My dear, when a nice old gentleman like that offers 
to kiss a little girl like you, you shouldn't put on such 
airs and refuse him. I was quite ashamed of your con- 
duct." 

"But, mother, you told us we mustn't kiss the gentle- 
men," said Maggie. 

" Maggie, there is a great difference between letting 
young men kiss you, and such old people as Mr. Venable 
who just went out. When such persons offer to kiss you y 
it is to show their kind feelings, and you should take it as 
a compliment, and not act foolishly." 

Maggie put on a very serious face, and, after thinking 
upon it awhile, replied, "Well, mother, if I have to kiss 
the gentlemen, I would a great deal rather kiss the young 
ones." 

Children and fools speak the truth. 



THE BAFFLED COURTIER. 

The " Book of Merrie Jests" relates in the quaintness 
of a century or two ago how that the wonderful Sir Digby 
Somerville did keep constantly a houseful of grand 
company at his seat in Suffolk. At one time among his 
guests did happen a young gentleman from the court, 
whose apparel was more garnished with lacings and gold 
than his brain with modesty or wit. One time, going into 
the fields with his host, they did espy a comely milkmaiden 
with her pail. 

"Pr'ythee, Phyllis," quoth the courtier, leering the 
while at the girl, "an I give thee a kiss, wilt thou give 
me a draught of thy ware?" 

"In the meadow," quoth she, "thou wilt find one 



THE KISS IN HUMOROUS STORY. 287 

ready to give thee milk, and glad of thy kiss, for she is 
of thy kind." 

The court-gallant looked in the meadow, and espied a 
she-ass. 

"So sharp, fair rustic!" quoth he, angrily: " thou look- 
est as if thou couldst barely say boo to a goose." 

" Yea, and that I can, and to a gander also." Whereat 
she cried out lustily, " Boo !" 

The young man hastened away, and the worshipful Sir 
Digby did laugh heartily, and entertained his guests with 
the tale. 

A THANKFUL SPIRIT. 

The chronicles of the time of John Brown of Had- 
dington, author of the "Marrow of Divinity," describe 
his first osculatory experience. He had reached the 
mature age of five-and-forty without ever having taken 
part in labial, exercises. One of his deacons had a very 
charming daughter, and for six years the dominie had 
found it very pleasant to call upon her three or four times 
a week. In fact, all the neighbors said he was courting 
her ; and very likely he was, though he had not the re- 
motest suspicion of it himself. 

One evening he was sitting as usual by her side, when 
a sudden idea popped into his head. 

"Janet, my woman," said he, "we've known each 
other a long time, an' — an' — I've never got a kiss yet. 
D'ye think I may take one, my bonnie lass?" 

"Well, Mr. Brown," replied she, arching her lips in a 
tempting way, "jist as ye like; only be becomin' and 
proper wi' it." 

" Let us ask a blessing first," said the good man, clos- 
ing his eyes and folding his hands. " For what we are 
about to receive, the Lord make us thankful." 



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The chaste salute was then given and warmly returned. 

" Oh, Janet, that was good !" cried the dominie, elec- 
trified by the new sensation. " Let us have another, and 
then return thanks." 

Janet did not refuse, and when the operation had been 
repeated, the enraptured dominie ejaculated, in a transport 
of joy, "For the creature comforts which we have now 
enjoyed, the Lord be praised, and may they be sanctified 
to our temporal and eternal good !" 

History says that the fervent petition of the honest 
dominie was duly answered ; for in less than a month 
Janet became Mrs. Brown. 



A CLERGYMAN'S JOKE. 

A gentleman who was travelling in the West a few 
years ago relates this amusing incident : 

I was spending the night in a hotel in Freeport, Illinois. 
After breakfast I came into the sitting-room, where I met 
a pleasant, chatty, good-humored traveller, who, like 
myself, was waiting for the morning train from Galena. 
We conversed freely and pleasantly on several topics, 
until, seeing two young ladies meet and kiss each other 
in the street, the conversation turned on kissing, just 
about the tinne the train was approaching. 

" Come," said he, taking up his carpet-bag, "since we 
are on so sweet a subject, let us have a practical applica- 
tion. I'll make a proposition to you. I'll agree to kiss 
the most beautiful lady in the cars from Galena, you being 
the judge, if you will kiss the next prettiest, I being the 
judge." 

The proposition staggered me a little, and I could 
hardly tell whether he was in earnest or in fun ; but, as he 
would be as deep in it as I could possibly be, I agreed, 



THE KISS IN HUMOROUS STORY. 289 

provided he would do the first kissing, though my heart 
failed somewhat as I saw his black eye fairly sparkle with 
daring. 

"Yes," said he, "I'll try it first. You take the back 
car, and go in from the front end, where you can see the 
faces of the ladies, and you stand by the one you think 
the handsomest, and I'll come in from behind and kiss 
her." 

I had hardly stepped inside the car when I saw at the 
first glance one of the loveliest-looking women my eye 
ever fell upon, — a beautiful blonde, with auburn hair, 
and a bright, sunny face, full of love and sweetness, and 
as radiant and glowing as the morning. Any further 
search was totally unnecessary. I immediately took my 
stand in the aisle of the car by her side. She was look- 
ing out of the window earnestly, as if expecting some 
one. The back door of the car opened, and in stepped 
my hotel friend. I pointed my finger slyly to her, never 
dreaming that he would dare to carry out his pledge ; and 
you may imagine my horror and amazement when he 
stepped up quickly behind her, and, stooping-'over, kissed 
her with a relish that made my mouth water from end to 
end. 

I expected of course a shriek of terror, and then a row 
generally, and a knock-down ; but astonishment succeeded 
astonishment when I saw her return the kisses with com- 
pound interest. 

Quick as a flash he turned to me, and said, " Now, sir, 
it is your turn ;" pointing to a hideously ugly, wrinkled 
old woman who sat in the seat behind. 

" Oh, you must excuse me ! you must excuse me !" I 
exclaimed. "I'm sold this time. I give up. Do tell 
me whom you have been kissing." 

"Well," said he, "since you are a man of so much 
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taste and such quick perception, I'll let you off." And 
we all burst into a general peal of laughter, as he said, 
" This is my wife ! I have been waiting here for her. I 
knew that was a safe proposition." He told the story to 
his wife, who looked tenfold sweeter as she heard it. 

Before we reached Chicago, we exchanged cards, and I 
discovered that my genial companion was a popular Epis- 
copalian preacher whose name I had frequently heard. 



"LET ME KISS HIM FOR HIS MOTHER."* 

Among the funny incidents that took place during the 
late sectional conflict between the States is one that is 
thus recorded : 

A young lady of the gushing sort, while passing through 
one of the military hospitals, overheard the remark that 
a young lieutenant had died that morning. 

" Oh, where is he? Let me see him ! Let me kiss him 
for his mother !" exclaimed the maiden. 

The attendant led her into an adjoining ward, when, 
discovering Lieutenant H., of the Fifth Kansas, lying 
fast asleep on his hospital couch, and thinking to have a 
little fun, he pointed him out to the girl. She sprang 
forward, and, bending over him, said : 

"Oh, you^ dear lieutenant, let me kiss you for your 
mother !" 

What was her surprise when the awakened "corpse" 

* In the serious treatment of this idea the following lines from Whit- 
tier's " Angels of Buena Vista" are among the most beautiful : 

" Whispered low the dying soldier, pressed her hand and faintly smiled : 
Was that pitying face his mother's ? did she watch beside her child ? 
All his stranger words with meaning her woman's heart supplied ; 
With her kiss upon his forehead, ' Mother,' murmured he, and died." 



THE KISS IN HUMOROUS STORY. 291 

ardently clasped her in his arms, returned the salute with 
interest, and exclaimed : 

"Nevermind the old lady,' miss; go it on your own 
account. I haven't the slightest objection." 

From the lyrics perpetrated by the "satirical wags" 
during the popularity of the above well-known phrase, 
we cite the following : 

Let me kiss her for her mother — 
The bewitching Polly Ann — 

Let me kiss her for her mother, 
Or any other man. 

Let me kiss her for some body, 

Any body in the world ; 
With her hair so sweetly auburn, 

And so gloriously curled. 

Let me kiss her for her " feller," 

And I do not care a red 
If he taps me on the smeller 

With a " billy made of lead." 

Let me kiss her for her daddy, — 

The pretty, pouting elf, — 
Or, if that don't suit the family, 

Let me kiss her for myself. 

THE AWAKENING. 

An adventure befell a Tennessee poet, which he nar- 
rates in very moving verse, but which we transmute into 
plain prose. He had been hunting, one sultry day, and, 
being very tired, lay down under a shady tree, with his 
faithful dog by his side. He there fell asleep, and dreamed 
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292 THE KISS IN HUMOROUS STORY. 

" beautiful exceedingly" approached him, and, after a 
very brief wooing, expressed a perfect willingness to bless 
the poet with her affections. Hereupon, — but plain prose 
cannot do justice to the denouement, so we must give it in 
the poet's own verse : 

I kissed her, but, — oh, shocking ! 

I kissed a beard so rough ! 
Surprised, half choked, awaking, — 

Ah, broken was the charm ; 
There lay — will you believe it ? — 
My pointer on my arm. 



JEAN PAUL'S SCHOOL-BOY EXPERIENCE. 

When Jean Paul was first sent to school, a mischievous 
boy, taking advantage of his inexperience, told him that 
it was an established custom for each pupil, when he first 
entered, to kiss the hand of the master. This seemed to 
Paul but a suitable custom, and by no means extraor- 
dinary, as in his own family it was an established expres- 
sion of reverence from the young to the old, and Paul, 
whenever he went to his grandfather's, kissed his hand 
behind the loom. When he entered the French school, 
therefore, he bashfully approached the master, and, with 
honest faith, carried the brawny hand to his lips. 

The poor Frenchman, — an indifferent and poorly-paid 
instructor, who had been a tapestry-worker, — suspecting 
some mystification or insult, broke out into the most 
violent anger, and Paul barely escaped a blow from the 
hand on which he had imprinted his loyal homage. The 
mirth of the class was expressed in a jubilant manner, 
and, between them both, Paul stood confused, ashamed, 
and in the highest degree mortified. 

In this instance, we are told, he was taken by surprise, 



THE KISS IN HUMOROUS STORY. 293 

and betrayed by his loyal nature ; but in another attempt 
to impose upon him he asserted his rank as a scholar with 
a degree of firmness and dignity that compelled respect 
ever after. 



THE FIRST KISS. 

Who has forgotten the emotions inspired by the first 
kiss? Pierce Pungent has exhausted himself in a vain 
attempt to describe what maybe remembered, but cannot 
and should not be told. He says : 

" We never believed Pope's line, 

' Die of a rose in aromatic pain,' 

till we once accidentally got a kiss awarded to us at a 
game of forfeits, some fifty years ago. Eheu ! fugaces / 
The fair one in question was the secret idol of our soul. 
Oh, those cerulean eyes ! those flowing sillcen tresses ! 
those ruby lips ! that exquisite form ! 

' Her presence was as lofty as her state ; 
Her beauty of that overpowering kind 
Whose force description only would abate : 

I'd rather leave it much to your own mind 
Than lessen it by what I could relate 
Of form and feature.' 

"But we must tear ourself away from these charms 
and return to our mutton, or, rather, our lamb, for our 
heart's worship was only eighteen cents a pound, — con- 
found the butchers ! the high price of meat has confused 
our notions, — we mean she was only eighteen years of 
age. When we found ourself entitled to a kiss by the 
sacred game of forfeits, the keenness of the rapture 
almost grew into a toothache. A kiss seemed more than 
we could manage ; it grew into Titanic dimensions. We 
had a vague notion of asking the company to help us out 
by sharing our bliss, as the school-boy who, when he 

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hears of his two-hundred-pound cake being on the road, 
promises all his comrades a slice, but when it arrives he 
keeps it all to himself! 

" A kiss from Mary ! and all to our own cheek ! Oh ! 
and then the blushing shame of a first love, vulgarly called 
calf, came over us, and we stood looking at our Mary's 
lips as a thief does at the gallows ! Oh ! those sunny 
eyes ! Oh, those luxuriant tresses ! as she shook them off 
her radiant face, as a dove shakes her feathers and a dog 
his hide, in order to leave more cheek to kiss ! Oh, those 
provoking lips, pursed up ready, like the peak of Tene- 
riffe, to catch the first kiss of love, that rosy light from 
heaven ! Oh, that circling dimple, couched in her cheek 
like laughing wile ! And oh ! that moment when she 
said, ' Well, if Cousin Pierce won't kiss me, I'll kiss 
him !' She stooped down, — my sight grew dim, — my 
heart beat fast, as though I had swallowed a dose of 
prussic acid ; her lips touched mine ; the world slid away, 
as it does when we soar in a balloon ; and we were carried 
away into a calm delirium, which has never altogether 
left us." 

KISSING THE FEET. 
Seneca tells us that Caius Caesar gave wine to Pompey 
Pennus, whom- he had pardoned, and then, on his return- 
ing thanks, presented his left foot for him to kiss. This 
custom is still practised in Oriental countries, where it is 
regarded as a mark of the deepest reverence and most 
profound humility. Don Juan, in his feminine disguise, 
disdainfully refustd such subjection, even to the Sultana : 
" Baba, when all the damsels were withdrawn, 
Motioned to Juan to approach, and then 
A second time desired him to kneel down, 
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He heard repeated, Juan with a frown 

Drew himself up to his full height again, 
And said, 'It grieved him, but he could not stoop 
To any shoe, unless it shod the Pope.' " 
Finally the matter was compromised by kissing the 
hand, the proud Castilian promptly acknowledging the 
requirement of a common courtesy : 
"For through the South the custom still commands 
The gentleman to kiss the lady's hands." 

Sir R. K. Porter, the Eastern traveller, tells the readers 
of his interesting sketches of a Persian who was not only 
not so fastidious, but ludicrously otherwise in the depth 
of his self-abasement. Says Sir Robert, "I took a lancet 
out of my pocket-book, put it into his hands, and told 
him it was for himself. He looked at me, and at it, with 
his mouth open, as if he hardly comprehended the possi- 
bility of my parting with such a jewel. But when I re- 
peated the words, 'It is yours,' he threw himself on the 
ground, kissed my knees and my feet, and wept with a 
joy that stifled his expression of thanks." 

ALL-EMBRACING INCLUSION. 
In -that old-fashioned youthful game, "Kiss in the 
Ring," a favorite manoeuvre of some of the boys was to 
keep out of a place in the ring till they had kissed all the 
pretty girls in succession. Those who grow up with the 
same fondness for osculatory attentions would probably 
like the custom in some parts of Germany, which requires 
a young man who is engaged to a girl to salute, upon 
making his adieu for the evening, the whole of the family, 
beginning with the mother. Thus, in a family circle 
embracing half a dozen girls, each having a lover, no less 
than forty-eight kisses would have to be given on the 



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occasion of a united meeting; and when we consider that 
each lover would give his own sweetheart ten times as 
many kisses as he gave her sisters, the grand total would 
outnumber a hundred ! 



A KISS IN THE DARK. 
In Buckstone's very amusing farce, "A Kiss in the 
Dark," the jealous Pettibone tries a foolish stratagem in 
order to confirm his unjust suspicions of Mrs. P.'s con- 
stancy : 

Frank {reading note). "Continue your attentions." 
Certainly, as you request it. (Draws close to her ; Petti- 
bone again darts in; they retreat as before.) 

Pettibone. Shan't go out at all — I tell you I shan't go 
out at all — to-morrow will do. (Sits in centre.) You've 
done as I bid you, I see — eh? — ah, ah, ah ! (Aside.) I 
think the last time I left the room he kissed her ! I could 
almost swear I heard the squeak of a little kiss. Oh, if I 
could be convinced ! I'll conceal my feelings till I'm 

quite satisfied — quite sure; and then Betsey, dear, 

if that note you were writing just now is for any one in 
the city, I'll leave it for you. 

Mrs. P. No, no, thank you, it is not worth the trou- 
ble, and you wouldn't be so mean as to defraud the 
revenue of a penny. 

Pet. How they look at each other ! I've a great mind 
to jump up and tell 'em both how they've deceived me. 
No, I won't. I'll set a trap for them — show 'em what 
they are : ah ! a good thought — I have it. 

Mrs. P. Selim, what's the matter with you, this even- 
ing? 

Pet. Nothing; I've been vexed, — city business. I 
think, as I have a moment to spare, I'll drop a note to 
the wine merchant about the empty bottles (takes inkstand 



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to a table) : he ought to fetch 'em away, or I shall be 
charged for 'em. What horrid candles ! {Snuffs one out.) 
Why did I go to the expense of a handsome lamp, when 
you will burn candles? {In trying to light it he purposely 
extinguishes the other ; stage da?'k. 

Mrs. P. P., dear, how clumsy you are ! 

Pet. Sit still— I'll get a light; Mary's cooking— I'll 
get a light. {He pours some ink on his pocket-handkerchief , 
and in passing Mrs. P., contrives to leave a large patch on 
her nose.) 

Mrs. P. P., what are you doing? 

Pet. Nothing, dear, nothing; sit still. I'll fetch a 
light. [Exit. 

Prank. Is it really your wish that I should continue my 
attentions? {Getting close to her.) Gad, she's a fine 
woman, and I never in my life could be in the dark with 
one, without giving her a kiss ; and, encouraged as I am, 
who could resist ? \_Attempts to kiss her. 

Mrs. P. Don't, don't; I won't allow it; how can you 
be so foolish ? {Kisses her, and blacks his nose.) Go away: 
here's P. {Lights up; Frank returns to his chair as P. 
enters, stands between them moonstruck at seeing Frank' s 
face ; he trembles, places one candle on the table, and seizes 
Mrs. P.'s arm.) 

Pet. Woman, look at that man — look at his nose. Now 
go to your room — to the glass, and look at your own ! 
come, madam, come. \_He drags her off. 

Prank. Very strange conduct ; however, my poor friend 
is severely punished for the pains he has taken to test his 
wife's constancy. * * * 

In the denouement the position of Mrs. P. and Frank is 
explained : 

Pet. Not Betsey ! — the lady I've pulled about so — not 



298 THE KISS IN HUMOROUS STORY. 

Betsey ! Who are you, madam? Explain, before I faint 
away — who are you ? 

Frank. That lady, sir, is my wife. (Frank and Lady 
embrace. ) 

Pet. Your wife ! and really you are not going to elope? 
— you are still your own Pettibone's? — but that kiss in 
the dark, madam ! what can remove that stain? 

Mrs. P. My candid confession 

Pet. Of what? 

Mrs. P. That I overheard the test by which I was to 
be tried, and, knowing in my heart that I did not deserve 
such a trial, I was resolved, as you had thought proper to 
suspect me without a cause, for once to give you a reason 
for your jealousy. 

Pet. (on his knees. .) Oh, Betsey, forgive me. * * * 

The city of Nashville boasts of a smiling-contest, as 
an adjunct to a Presbyterian church fair. There were 
three competitors, young men, and a judge to decide 
which of them smiled most sweetly. Three trials were 
had, the contestants standing on a platform in full view 
of the assembly, with a strong light thrown on their 
faces. Louis Tillichet was declared the winner of the 
prize, which was the privilege of kissing any one of the 
girls attending the candy-counter, where the prettiest 
daughters of the church were engaged. 

A lady asked her little boy, "Have you called your 
grandma to tea?" "Yes. When I went to call her she 
was asleep, and I didn't wish to halloo at grandma, nor 
shake her; so I kissed her cheek, and that woke her very 
softly. Then I ran into the hall, and said, pretty loud, 
'Grandma, tea is ready.' And she never knew what 
woke her up. ' ' 



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A BUDGET OF FACETLE. 

A Columbia clergyman, who, while-preaching a sermon 
on Sunday evening, perceived a man and woman under 
the gallery in the act of kissing each other behind a hymn- 
book, did not lose his temper. No ! he remained calm. 
He beamed mildly at the offenders over his spectacles, 
and when the young man kissed her the fifteenth time, he 
merely broke his sermon short off in the middle of 
" thirdly," and offered a fervent prayer in behalf of "the 
young man in the pink neck-tie and the maiden in the 
blue bonnet and gray shawl, who were profaning the 
sanctuary by kissing one another in pew seventy-eight." 
And the congregation said "Amen." Then the woman 
pulled her veil down, and the young man sat there and 
swore softly to himself. He does not go to church as 
much now as he did. 

At Boulogne, during the reception of Queen Victoria, 
some years ago, a number of English ladies, in their 
anxiety to see everything, pressed with such force against 
the soldiers who were keeping the line that the latter 
were forced to give way, and. generally were — to use the 
expression of policemen — "hindered in the execution of 
their duty." The officer in command, observing the 
state of affairs, called out, "One roll of the drum, — if 
they don't keep back, kiss them all." After the first 
sound of the drum the ladies took to flight. "If they 
had been French," said a Parisian journal, "they would 
have remained to a woman." 



The portrait-painter, Gilbert Stuart, once met a lady 
in Boston, who said to him, "I have just seen your like- 



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ness, and kissed it because it was so much like you." 
"And did it kiss you in return?" said he. "No," re- 
plied the lady. "Then," returned the gallant painter, 
" it was not like me." 

Mary Kyle Dallas says love-making is always awk- 
ward. " A stolen kiss, if seen, creates a laugh; a squeeze 
of the hand, if detected, is a great joy. I myself, who 
claim to be romantic, did grin at a shadow picture cast 
upon the wall of the white garden fence, next door, by 
an envious gas-light, when I saw the shadow of the young 
lady with much waterfall feed the shadow of the young 
gentleman with no whiskers with sugar-plums and then 
kiss it ; but the shadows were very black, and took odd 
crinks in their noses as they moved to and fro, and that 
may have been the cause of my mirth." 

"Oh! your nose is as cold as ice," a Boston father 
thought he heard his daughter exclaim the other evening, 
as he was reading in the next room. He walked in for 
an explanation, but the young fellow was at one end of 
the sofa and the girl at the other, while both looked so 
innocent and unconscious that the old gentleman con- 
cluded that his ears had deceived him, and so retired 
from the scene without a word. 

A country girl, coming from a morning walk, was told 
that she looked as fresh as a daisy kissed by the dew, to 
which she innocently replied, "You've got my name 
right, Daisy; but his isn't Dew." 

Scene at the Atlantic Telegraph office. 

Fond Wife {to telegraph-operator). "Oh, sir! I want to 



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send a kiss to my husband in Liverpool. How can I 
do it?" 

Obliging Operator. "Easiest thing in the world, 
ma'am. You've got to give it to me with ten dollars, 
and I'll transmit it right away." 

Fond Wife. "If that's the case, the directors ought to 
put much younger and handsomer men in your posi- 
tion." 

(Operator's indignation is great.) 



A young lady of Cincinnati, who had just returned from 
completing her education in Boston, wanted to kiss her 
lover, but her mother objected. The daughter drew up 
her queenly form to its full height, and exclaimed, 
" Mother, terrible, tragical, and sublimely retributive 
will be the course pursued by me, if you refuse to allow 
him to place his alabaster lips to mine, and enrapture my 
immortal soul by imprinting angelic sensations of divine 
bliss upon the indispensable members of my human physi- 
ognomy, and then kindly allowing me to take a with- 
drawal from his beneficent presence." The mother feebly 
admitted that her objections were overruled. 

Mabel. "Yes! that young man is very fond of kiss- 
ing." 

Mater. " Mabel, who ever told you such nonsense?" 

Mabel. " I had it from his own lips !" 



A Yale student, who is evidently in the "journalistic" 
department, writes a twelve-verse poem which is entitled, 
"We kissed each other by the sea." "Well, what of 
it?" asks a Western journalist: "the seaside is no better 

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for such practices than any other locality. In fact, we 
have put in some very sweet work of that kind on the 
tow-path of a canal in our time, but did not say anything 
about it in print." 

The tender young poet who began, " I kissed her under 
the silent stars," and whom the newspaper to which he 
sent the poem represented as beginning, "I kicked her 
under the cellar-stairs," appeared before the editors and 
publishers assembled in convention at Lockport, New 
York, and preferred the request that the name of the 
room from which typographical errors emanate might be 
changed forthwith. He wants it called the discomposing 
room. 

A young lady of Atlanta says there is no woman living 
who could interest her with a lecture on "kisses." She 
says that she can get more satisfaction from the lips of a 
young man, on a moonlight night, than a woman could 
tell in a thousand years. That young lady is posted. 



A teacher in De Witt County has introduced a new 
feature in his school. When one of the girls misses a 
word, the boy who spells it gets permission to kiss her. 
The result is that the girls are fast forgetting what they 
ever knew about spelling, while the boys are improving 
with wonderful rapidity. 

"Gracious heavens!" exclaimed Mrs. Marrowfat, 
dropping the paper from her nerveless grasp, and leaning 
back in her chair with an expression of blank astonish- 
ment on her countenance, " Gracious heavens, Miltiades, 
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a very serious aspect, observed, "A 'paroxysmal kiss,' 
my love, is a kiss buttered with soul-lightning." 



" Ma, has aunty got bees in her mouth ?" " No ; why 
do you ask such a question?" " 'Cause that leetle man 
with a heap o' hair on his face cotched hold of her, and 
said he was going to take the honey from her lips ; and 
she said, l Well, make haste !' " 



A young lady who was rebuked by her mother for kiss- 
ing her intended justified the act by quoting the passage, 
" Whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, do 
ye even so to them." 

A married man in New Hampshire is said to have 
adopted an original method of economy. One morning, 
recently, when he knew his wife would see him, he kissed 
the servant-girl. The house-expenses were instantly re- 
duced three hundred dollars per year. 

"Kissing your sweetheart," says a trifling young man, 
" is like eating soup with a fork : it takes a long time to 
get enough." 

\f I saw Esau kissing Kate, 

And the fact is we all three saw ; 
For I saw Esau, he saw me, 
And she saw I saw Esau. 



Bus — to kiss. Re-bus — to kiss again. Blunderbus — two 
girls kissing each other. Omnibus — to kiss all the girls 



304 THE KISS IN HUMOROUS STORY. 

in the room. Bus-ter — a general kisser. E pluri-bus 
unum — a thousand kisses in one. 



An editor defines a blunderbuss as kissing the wrong 
girl, — just as though it were possible to be wrong in kissing 
any girl. A blunderbuss is for men to kiss one another, 
as Frenchmen do, or for girls to kiss one another, as they 
often do for want of a man to kiss them. 



A young fellow in San Francisco suddenly snatched a 
kiss from a lady friend, and excused his conduct by say- 
ing that it was a sort of temporary insanity that now and 
then came upon him. When he arose to take his leave 
the pitying damsel said to him, "If you ever feel any 
more such fits coming on, you had better come right here, 
where your infirmity is known, and we will take care of 
you." 

This story is told of an English barrister on his travels. 
As the coach was about to start after breakfast, the modest 
limb of the law approached the landlady, a pretty Qua- 
keress, who was seated near the fire, and said he could not 
think of going without first giving her a kiss. "Friend," 
said she, "thee must not do it." "Oh, by heavens, I 
will !" replied the barrister. "Well, friend, as thou hast 
sworn, thee may do it ; but thee must not make a practice 
of it." 

Here is an episode from a Palais Royal farce. A. is 
making love to C, who is B.'s wife, and scents B.'s coat 
with musk. A. is on the point of kissing C, when he 
smells mischief in the air. She waits, expectant of the 



THE KISS IN HUMOROUS STORY. 305 

embrace ; he turns up his nose, snuffs, and changes the 
tone of his remark. Tableaux ! 



The electrical kiss is performed by means of the elec- 
trical stool. Let a lady challenge a gentleman not ac- 
quainted with the experiment to give her a salute. The 
lady thereupon mounts the glass stool, taking hold of the 
chain connected with the prime conductor. The machine 
then being set in motion, the gentleman approaches the 
lady and attempts to imprint the seal of affection upon 
her coral lips, when a spark will fly in his face which 
effectually checkmates his intentions. 

Some of the young men who go to see the girls have 
adopted a new way of obtaining kisses. They assert, on 
the authority of scientific writers, that the concussion 
produced by a kiss will cause the flame of a gas-jet to 
flicker, and they easily induce the girls to experiment in 
the interest of science. At the first kiss or two the par- 
ties watch the flame to see it flicker, but they soon become 
so interested in the experiments as to let it flicker if it 
wants to. Try it yourself. 

Nilsson is not above resorting to the little tricks of the 
stage, when she thinks they will serve her purpose. A 
correspondent of the "Arcadian" says, "One night, at 
the ' Italiens' in Paris, she actually sent a man up to the top 
proscenium-box with a quantity of common wall-flowers, 
which he was to throw down upon the stage at a given 
moment. Imagine what a lovely scene this produced. 
How sweet and simple was this tribute of the poor to the 
august Diva ! How pretty it was to see her pick up the 
common wall-flowers and kiss them, and then lift her 

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eyes up to the gallery in sign of eternal gratitude to the 
gods!" 

" Mary, why did you kiss your hand to the gentleman 
opposite, this morning?" said a careful mother to her 
blooming daughter. "Why, the gentleman had the im- 
pudence to throw a kiss clear across the street, and, of 
course, I threw it back indignantly! You wouldn't have 
encouraged him by keeping it, would you?" 



A beautiful girl stepped into a shop to buy a pair of 
mittens. "How much are they?" said she. "Why," 
said the gallant but impudent clerk, lost in gazing upon 
the sparkling eyes and ruby lips, "you shall have them 
for a kiss." "Very well," said the lady, pocketing the 
mittens, while her eyes spoke daggers ; " and, as I see you 
give credit here, charge it on your books, and let me 
know when you collect it." And she very hastily tripped 
out. 

A lady residing in Lansingburg hailed a passing car, 
with her little son, to see him safely on the horse-car for 
a trip to Troy. He stepped on board and scrambled for 
the front of the car. As he was going, his mother said, 
"Why, aren't you going to kiss your mother before you 
go?" The little fellow was so delighted at the prospect 
of a ride, and in such a hurry, that he hastily rejoined, 
looking back excitedly, " Mr. Conductor, won't you kiss 
mother for me?" And of course the passengers couldn't 
keep from smiling. 

"My dear," said an affectionate wife, "what shall we 
have for dinner to-day?" "One of your smiles," re- 



THE KISS IN HUMOROUS STORY. 307 

plied the husband; "I can dine on that everyday." 
" But I can't," replied the wife. " Then take this," and 
he gave her a kiss, and went to his business. He returned 
to" dinner. "This is excellent steak," said he: "what 
did you pay for it?" "Why, what you gave me this 
morning, to be sure," replied the wife. "You did!" ex- 
claimed he; "then you shall have the money next time 
you go to market." 

The author of the old comedy called "The Kiss" 
sent a copy, as soon as published, to a young lady, in- 
forming her that he had been wishing for several months 
for the opportunity of giving her a kiss. 



Joseph II., Emperor of Germany, during a visit to 
Rome, went to see the princess Santacroce, a young lady 
of singular beauty, who had an evening conversazione. 
Next morning appeared the following pasquinade : "Pas- 
quin asks, ' What is the Emperor Joseph come to Rome 
for?' Marforio answers, ' Abaciar la Santa Croce' " — to 
kiss the Holy Cross. 

When the court of France waited upon the king on 
the birth of the Duke of Burgundy, all were welcomed to 
kiss the royal hand. The Marquis of Spinola, in the 
ardor of respect, bit his majesty's finger, on which the 
king started, when Spinola begged pardon, and said in his 
defence that if he had not done so his majesty would 
not have noticed him. 

"Our professor does wonderful things in surgery," 
said a young medical student : "he has actually made a 
new lip for a boy, taken from his cheek." " Ah, well," 



308 THE KISS IN HUMOROUS STORY. 

said his old aunt, " many's the time I have known a pair 
taken from mine, and no very painful operation either." 



An engaged young gentleman got rather neatly out of 
a scrape with his intended. She taxed him with having 
kissed two young ladies at some party at which she was 
not present. He owned it, but said that their united ages 
only made twenty-one. The simple-minded girl thought 
of ten and eleven, and laughed off her pout. He did 
not explain that one was nineteen and the other two years 
of age ! Wasn't it artful? Just like the men ! 

"Pray, Miss Primrose, do you like steamboats?" in- 
quired a gentleman of a fair friend to whom he was pay- 
ing his addresses. "Oh ! pretty well," replied the lady; 
"but I'm exceedingly fond of a smack." The lover took 
the hint, and impressed a chaste salute on the lips of the 
blushing damsel. 

"Yes, you may come again next Sunday evening, 
Horace dear, but" — and she hesitated. "What is it, 
darling? Have I given you pain?" he asked, as she still 
remained silent. "You didn't mean to, I'm sure," she 
responded, "-but next time please don't wear one of 
those collars with the points turning outward ; they 
scratch so." 

"Come, my little fellow," said a Washington gentle- 
man to a youngster of five years while sitting in a parlor 
where a large company were assembled, "do you know 
me?" "Yeth, thirl" "Who am I? Let me hear." 
" You ith the man who kithed mamma when papa wath 
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Little Katie, standing on a chair before a mirror, and 
holding her mother's elegant hat upon her head, remarks 
to her father, who is sitting tete-a-tete with her mother, 
" Oh, papa, now I know why mamma gets so many kisses 
from your cousin Tom; it's because of the pretty hat she 
wears. Don't I look tempting, though?" 

A Milwaukee man hid in a public door-way, and 
jumped out and kissed his wife. She didn't whoop and 
yell, as he expected, but remarked, "Don't be so bold, 
mister : folks around here know me." 



Mrs. Laing, an Omaha woman, glided softly up behind 
Kalakaua, King of the Sandwich Islands, and — stole a 
kiss ! But the joke of the thing is that the Omaha wags 
passed off a good-looking negro for the king. 

A Binghamton girl offered to let a countryman kiss her 
for five cents. "Gad," exclaimed the bucolic youth, 
11 that's darn cheap, if a fellow only had the money." 

A New Orleans minister recently married a colored 
couple, and at the conclusion of the ceremony remarked, 
" On such occasions as this it is customary to kiss the 
bride, but in this case we will omit it." To this unclerical 
remark the indignant bridegroom very pertinently replied, 
" On such an occasion as this it is customary to give the 
minister ten dollars, but in this case we will omit it." 



The accomplished Fitz wiggle propounded this conun- 
drum to the lovely Miss Sparrowgrass : " What would you 



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be, dearest, if I should press the stamp of love upon those 
sealing-wax lips?" "I," responded the fairy-like creature, 
"should be stationery." 

Walt Whitman thus used the poetic license in his 
salute to the White House bride, the daughter of Presi- 
dent Grant, upon the occasion of her marriage : 

" O youth and health ! O sweet Missouri rose ! O bonny 
bride ! 
Yield thy red cheeks, thy lips to-day, 
Unto a nation's loving kiss." 

It was considered, doubtful whetheF such wholesale 
osculation would be satisfactory. Yet, at the same time, 
the gifted actress, Clara Morris, upon meeting with an 
enthusiastic reception in Cleveland, her home, concluded 
a speech of grateful appreciation with the tantalizing wish 
that Cleveland "had but one mouth, that she might kiss 
it."* 

A party of ladies and gentlemen, on a tour of inspec- 
tion through Durham Castle, were escorted by an elderly 
female of a sour, solemn, and dignified aspect. In the 
course of their peregrinations they came to the tapestry 
for which the^castle is famed. "These," said the guide, 
in true showman style, flavored with a dash of piety to 
suit the subject, and pointing to several groups of figures 
upon the tapestry, "these represent scenes in the life of 
Jacob." "Oh, yes, — how pretty!" said a young lady; 
and, with a laugh, pointing to two figures in somewhat 

* The readers of Byron's " Don Juan" will remember the wish 

" That womanhood had but one rosy mouth, 
To kiss them all at once, from North to South." 



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close proximity, she continued, "I suppose that is Jacob 
kissing Rachel?" "No, madam," responded the indig- 
nant guide, with crushing dignity, " that is Jacob wrestling 
with the angel." Amid a general smile the young lady 
subsided, and offered no further expository remarks, but 
groaned under a sense of unworthiness during the rest of 
the visit. 

A Carson (California) editor thus speaks of " Climatic 
Influences :" 

Last evening, after the dusky shadows of night had cast 
a mantle over this part of the mundane sphere, we strolled 
out upon one of Carson's beautifully shaded avenues for 
a walk. While pondering upon the uncertainty of every- 
thing human, we came suddenly upon two persons, both 
of whom were not of the same gender, standing one 
upon either side of a gate, which seemed to require a 
pressure of forty pounds to the square inch to keep it 
from falling; but, strange to say, it. remained upright 
when they separated at our approach. Further on we 
came in sight of a kind young man who was assisting a 
poor lame girl with his arm around her waist. Not wish- 
ing to investigate the matter further, we turned into the 
next cross-street, but had not proceeded more than a 
block when we heard a sweet voice exclaim : 

" Ed, if you kiss me again, I'll call ma." 

Thinking how such things could be, we returned to our 
sanctum, where reference to the "Chronicle" of yester- 
day explains it. It is all in the climate, you know. 



Mr. S. S. Cox, in his illustrations of American humor, 
refers to the newspaper fashion of giving a comic account 
of a catastrophe, and then, by a sudden and serious turn, 



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leaving a suggestive hiatus, making a conclusion which 
connects the premises. Among the examples given is this 
one : 

Mr. Jones was observed by his wife through the window 
to kiss the cook in the kitchen. Comment: "Mr. Jones 
did not go out of the house for several days, and yet there 
was no snow-storm." 

"I say, Mr. Smithers," said Mrs. Smithers to her hus- 
band, " didn't I hear you down in the kitchen kissing the 
cook?" "My dear," replied Smithers, blandly, "per- 
mit me to insist upon my right to be reasonably ignorant. 
I really cannot say what you may have heard." "But 
wasn't you down there kissing the cook?" " My dear, 
I cannot really recollect. I only remember going into 
the kitchen and coming out again. I may have been 
there, and from what you say I infer I was. But I cannot 
recollect just what occurred." "But," persisted the 
ruthless cross-examiner, "what did Jane mean when she 
said, 'Oh! Smithers, don't kiss so loud, or the old she- 
dragon up-stairs will hear us' ?" "Well," said Smithers, 
in his blandest tones, " I cannot remember what inter- 
pretation I did put on the. words at the time. They are 
not my words, you must remember." 

A Milwaukee chap kissed his girl forty times right 
straight along, and when he stopped the tears came into 
her eyes, and she said, in a sad tone of voice, " Ah, John, 
I fear you have ceased to love me." " No, I haven't," 
replied John, "but I must breathe." 



A new design for an upholstered front gate seems 
destined to become popular. The foot-board is cushioned, 



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and there is a warm soap-stone on each side, the inside 
step being adjustable, so that a short girl can bring her 
lips to the line of any given moustache without trouble. 
If the gate is occupied at half-past ten p.m., an iron hand 
extends from one gate-post, takes the young man by the 
left ear, turns him around, and he is at once started hom-e 
by a steel foot. 

A man who has been travelling in the " far West" says 
that when an Idaho girl is kissed, she indignantly ex- 
claims, ''Now put that right back where you took it 
from!" 

At a recent wedding in Ohio, the minister was about 
to salute the bride, when she stayed him with, " No, mis- 
ter, I give up them wanities now." 

A Maryland editor, on the subject of kissing, says, 
"The custom is an old one, and no written description 
can do it justice ; to be fully understood and appreciated 
it must be handed down from mouth to mouth." 



"Stay," he said, his right arm around her waist and 
her face expectantly turned to him, "shall it be the kiss 
pathetic, sympathetic, graphic, paragraphic, Oriental, 
intellectual, paroxysmal, quick and dismal, slow and unc- 
tuous, long and tedious, devotional, or what?" She said 
perhaps that would be the better way. 



Reference having been made to the basial diversities 
mentioned in the Bible, it was incidentally remarked that 
there is another kind of kiss which young ladies receive 
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314 THE KISS IN HUMOROUS STORY. 

on the sofa in the parlor after the gas is turned low, which 
the Scriptures don't mention, — nor the young ladies either. 

An Indiana editor advises people against using a hard 
pencil, and goes on to tell why. His wife desired him to 
write a note to a lady, inviting her to meet a party of 
friends at her house. After "Hubby" had done as his 
wife desired, and started to post the note, she saw on an- 
other piece of paper an impression of what he had written. 
It was : 

" Sweet Mattie — Effle desires your company on Wednes- 
day, to meet the Smithsons. Don't fail to come ; and, 
my darling, I shall have the happiness of a long walk 
home with you, and a sweet good-night kiss. I dare not 
see you often, or my all-consuming love would betray us 
both. But, Mattie dear, don't fail to come." 

Harriet McEwen Kimball is responsible for this de- 
scription of a paroxysmal kiss : 

" Only the roses will hear ; 
Dear, 
Only the roses will see ! 
This once — just this ! 
, Ah, the roses, I wis, 

They envy me ! " 
That kiss was clearly sub rosa. 

The incongruities in the repetitious mode of singing 
hymns are shown in such illustrations as these: "Send 
down salvation from on high" became " Send down sal-." 
A soprano in one case sang "Oh for a man," and the 
chorus responded, " Oh for a mansion in the skies." In 
another case the soprano modestly sang, "Teach me to 



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kiss;" the alto took up the strain, "Teach me to kiss;" 
while the bass rendered it quite prosaic by singing, 
"Teach me to kiss the rod." 



"Punch" publishes the following from its sensational 
reporter : An appalling tragedy in domestic life has lately 
scattered consternation in the neighborhood of Bayswater. 
A newly-married couple, in possession of ample fortune, 
and moving, it is rumored, in extremely good society, 
had been observed to live together upon very loving 
terms, and no suspicion as to their affection was enter- 
tained among their friends. It appears, however, that on 
Monday morning last the young husband left his wife in 
considerable agitation, having, as he alleged, some busi- 
ness in the city. It has since transpired that he had pre- 
viously secured himself a stall at Drury Lane for Salvini 
in " Othello;" and there seems reason to believe that the 
tragical event which subsequently happened was first sug- 
gested to his mind by this most masterly performance. It 
was noticed by the footman that he did not return until 
a few minutes before his usual dinner-hour, when, rushing 
in abruptly, without one word of warning, he proceeded 
to the bed-chamber where his wife was in the act of dress- 
ing for the evening, and before her startled maid could 
even scream for help, he caught his wife up in his arms 
in a frenzy of excitement and deliberately proceeded to 
smother her — with kisses ! 

In that very amusing sketch, "Johnny Beedle's Court- 
ship," occurs the following droll scene: 

"It is a good sign to find a girl sulky. I knew where 
the shoe pinched : it was that 'are Patty Bean business. 
So I went to work to persuade her that I had never had 



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any notion after Patty, and, to prove it, I fell to running 
her down at a great rate. Sally could not help chiming 
in with me •; and I rather guess Miss Patty suffered a few. 
I now not only got hold of her hand without opposition, 
but managed to slip my arm round her waist. But there 
was no satisfying me ; so I must go to poking out my lips 
after a kiss. I guess I rued it. She fetched me a slap in 
the face that made me see stars, and my ears rung like a 
brass kettle for a quarter of an hour. I was forced to 
laugh at the joke, though out of the wrong side of my 
mouth, which gave my face something the look of a grid- 
iron. The battle now began in the regular way. 

" 'Come, Sally, give me a kiss, and ha' done with it 
now?' 

" ' I won't ! so there, you' — 

" 'I'll take it, whether or no.' 

" ' Do it, if you dare !' 

"And at it we went, rough and tumble. An odd de- 
struction of starch now commenced ; the bow of my cravat 
was squat up in half a shake. At the next bout, smash 
went shirt-collar; and at the same time some of the head- 
fastenings gave way, and down came Sally's hair in a 
flood like a mill-dam let loose, carrying away half a 
dozen combs. One dig of Sally's elbow, and my bloom- 
ing ruffles wilted down to a dish-cloth. But she had no 
time to boast. Soon her neck-tackling began to shiver ; 
it parted at the throat, and away came a lot of blue and 
white beads, scampering and running races every which 
way about the floor. 

" By the hookey, if Sally Jones is not real grit, there 
is no snakes. She fought fair, however, I must own, and 
neither tried to bite or scratch; and when she. could fight 
no longer she yielded handsomely. Her arms fell down 
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and there lay her plump little mouth, all in the air. Lord, 
did ye ever see a hawk pounce upon a young robin, or a 
bumble-bee upon a clover-top ? I say nothing. 

"Consarn it, how a buss will crack of a still frosty 
night ! Mrs. Jones was about half-way between asleep 
and awake. 

" ' There goes my yeast-bottle,' says she to herself, ' bust 
into twenty hundred pieces, and my bread is all dough 
again.' " 

In "The Tour of Dr. Syntax," Combe gives us the 
following amusing passages : 

Squire. This, Doctor Syntax, is my sister ; 
Why, my good sir, you have not kissed her. 

Syntax. Do not suppose I'm such a brute 
As to disdain the sweet salute. 

Squire. And this, sir, is my loving wife, 
The joy and honor of my life. 

Syntax. A lovely lady to the view ! 
And with your leave, I'll kiss her too. 
***** * * 

With heart of joy and look of woe, 
The Doctor now prepared to go ; 
He silent squeezed the Squire's hands, 
And asked of madam her commands. 
The Squire exclaimed, "Why so remiss? 
She bids you take a hearty kiss ; 
And if you think that one won't do, 
I beg, dear sir,* you'll give her two." 
"Nay, then," said Syntax, " you shall see !" 
And straight he gave the lady three. 
The lady, blushing, thanked him too, 
And in soft accents said, "Adieu." 
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PRENTICEANA. 

The following epigrammatic hits arc from the pen of 
George D. Prentice, the late distinguished editor of the 
" Louisville Journal : 

We once had a female correspondent who wrote, 
" When two hearts are surcharged with love's electricity, 
a kiss is the burning contact, the wild leaping flame of 
love's enthusiasm." This is certainly very pretty, but a 
flash of electricity is altogether too brief to give a correct 
idea of a truly delicious kiss. We agree with Byron that 
the "strength" of a kiss is generally "measured by its 
length." Still, there should be a limit, and we really 
think that Mrs. Browning, strong-minded woman as she 
is, transcends all reasonable limits in her notion of a kiss's 
duration. Why, she talks in her "Aurora Leigh" of a 
kiss 

" As long and silent as the ecstatic night/' 

That indeed must be "linked sweetness" altogether too 
" long drawn out. " 

An exchange says that we have a right to take an um- 
brella or a kiss without permission whenever we can. 
Well, but if the umbrella isn't returned the fault is ours; 
if the kiss isn't, it is the lady's. 

Surely it is a blessed privilege to be kissed by the 
breeze that has kissed all the pretty women in the world. 

"That's very singular, sir," said a young -lady when 
we kissed her. "Ah, well, we'll soon make it plural." 



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As Claude R.'s wife sat quietly in the twilight, a fellow 
stole behind her and kissed her. "Is it Claude?" she 
asked, hurriedly. "No, dear madam." A moment after- 
wards he was heard to exclaim, " Oh, yes, I am clawed 
now, indeed I am." 

A female correspondent suggests a condition on which 
she will give us a kiss. We feel in duty bound to say to 
her that kissing is a thing that, at every proper oppor- 
tunity, we set our face against. 



Last evening we chanced to see a pair of interesting 
lovers kissing at an open lattice. Young people ! that 
was very improper lattice-work. 



" Is the smoke of my cigarette unpleasant to you, sir?" 
" Oh, no, madam : I would rather inhale smoke from your 
beautiful lips than taste kisses from any others." 

Return a kiss for a blow. — Sunday-School (fnion. 
Always provided the giver of the blow be a pretty girl. 

•A beautiful young girl has just sent us a basket of 
fruit, the very sight of which, she thinks, must make us 
smack our lips. We thank her, and would greatly prefer 
smacking hers. 

A kiss on the forehead denotes respect and admiration ; 
on the cheek, friendship ; on the lips, love. The young 
men of our acquaintance have not much "respect" for 
young ladies. 



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According to the New York " Express," nine thousand 
ladies of that city shook hands with Mr. Clay, and kissed 
him, or were kissed by him, in the brief space of two hours. 
This was just seventy-five kisses to the minute, or consid- 
erably more than one to the second. We are not alto- 
gether sure that Mr. Clay, instead of kissing nine thousand 
girls in two hours, would not have preferred to select the 
prettiest one of the whole number and kiss her two hours. 



If you doubt whether to kiss a pretty girl or not, give 
her the benefit of the doubt. 



A young lady says that males are of no account from 
the time the ladies stop kissing them as infants till they 
commence kissing them as lovers. 



We are never satisfied that a lady understands a kiss 
unless we have it from her own mouth. 



A young lady's first-love kiss has the same effect on her 
as being electrified. It's a great shock, but it's soon over. 

A young physician asking permission of a lass to kiss 
her, she replied, "No, sir; I never like a doctor's bill 
stuck in my face.' 1 ' 



MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND 
RELATIONS. 



QUALITATIVE ANALYSIS. 

Kissing is not to be talked about ; one practical dem- 
onstration is worth a thousand prosaic descriptions. -The 
emotions of anger, fear, doubt, hope, and joy have been 
appropriately described ; but no one has done justice to 
a warm, loving kiss. Among the attempts which have 
been made is one by a young lady still in the dreamy 
regions of girlhood. She sings, — 
"Let thy arms twine 

Around me like a zone of love, 

And thy fond lip, so soft, 

To mine be passionately pressed, 

As it has been so oft." 

This is cold enough, surely. Here is something better; 
the heart has made advances and speaks from experience: 
" Sweetest love, 
Place thy dear arm beneath my drooping head, 
• And let me lowly nestle in thy heart ; 
Then turn those soul-lit orbs on me, and press 
My panting lips, to taste the ecstasy 
Imparted by each long and lingering kiss." 

Alexander Smith seems to have been electrified by a 
kiss; one made him feel as if he were "walking on 
thrones," — a figure quite as remarkable as the old dea- 
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con's, who, upon taking too much apple-brandy, likened 
his sensations to being on top of a meeting-house and 
having 'every shingle turned into a Jew's-harp. But let 
us hear Alexander : 

" My soul leaped up beneath thy timid kiss, 
What then to me were groans, 
Or pain, or death ? Earth was a round of bliss, 
I seemed to walk on thrones !" 

THE PHILOSOPHY OF KISSING. 
What's in a kiss? Really, when people come to reflect 
upon the matter calmly, what can we see in a kiss? The 
lips pout slightly and touch the cheek softly, and then 
they just part, and the job is complete. There is a kiss in 
the abstract ! View it in the abstract, take it as it stands, 
look at it philosophically, what is there in it ? Millions 
upon millions of souls have been made happy, while mil- 
lions upon millions have been plunged into misery and 
despair, by this kissing ; and yet when you look at the 
character of the thing, it is simply pouting and parting 
of the lips. In every grade of society there is kissing. 
Go where you will, — to what country you will, — you are 
perfectly sure to find kissing. There is, however, some 
mysterious virtue in a kiss, after all. 
^ - There's something in a kiss; 

If nothing else would prove it, 
It might be proved by this : 
All honest people love it. 

THE SCIENCE OF KISSING. 
People will kiss, though not one in a hundred knows 
how to extract bliss from lovely lips, any more than they 
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enough, at least for us. First know whom you are going 
to kiss ; don't make a mistake, although a mistake may be 
good. Don't jump up like a trout for a fly and smack a 
woman on the neck, or the ear, or the corner of her fore- 
head, or on the end of her nose. The gentleman should 
be a little the taller ; he should have a clean face, a kind 
eye, and a mouth full of expression. Don't kiss every- 
body ; don't sit down to it ; stand up; need not be anx- 
ious about getting in a crowd. Two persons are plenty 
to corner and catch a kiss ; more persons would spoil the 
sport. Take the left hand of the lady in your right ; let 
your hat go to — any place out of the way ; throw the left 
hand gently over the shoulder of the lady and let it fall 
down the right side. Do not be in a hurry ; draw her 
gently, lovingly, to your heart* Her head will fall sub- 
missively on your shoulder, and a handsome shoulder- 
strap it makes. Do not be in a hurry. Her left hand is 
in your right ; let there be an impression to that, not like 
the gripe of a vice, but a gentle clasp, full of electricity, 
thought, and respect. Do not be in a hurry. Her head 
lies carelessly on your shoulder ; you are heart to heart. 
Look down into her half-closed eyes ; gently, but man- 
fully, press her to your bosom. Stand firm ; be brave, 
but don't be in a hurry. Her lips are almost open ; lean 
slightly forward with your head, not the body ; take good 
aim; the lips meet; the eyes close; the heart opens; the 
soul rides the storms, troubles, and sorrows of life (don't 
be in a hurry); heaven opens before you; the world 
shoots under your feet as a meteor flashes across the 
evening sky (don't be afraid); the heart forgets its bitter- 
ness, and the art of kissing is learned ! No fuss, no noise, 
no fluttering or squirming like that of hook-impaled 
worms. Kissing doesn't hurt, nor does it require an act 
of Congress to make it legal. 



324 MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

That reverend wag, Sydney Smith, says, " We are in 
favor of a certain amount of shyness when a kiss is pro- 
posed ; but it should not be too long, and, when the fair 
one gives it, let it be administered with warmth and 
energy, — let there be soul in it. If she closes her eyes 
and sigh immediately after it, the effect is greater. She 
should be careful not to slobber a kiss, but give it as a 
humming-bird runs his bill into a honeysuckle, deep but 
delicate. There is much virtue in a kiss when well de- 
livered. We have the memory of one we received in our 
youth, which lasted us forty years, and we believe it will 
be one of the last things we shall think of when we die." 

THE COMPOSITION OF A KISS. 
Cupid, if storying legends tell aright, 
Once framed a rich elixir of delight. 
A chalice o'er love-kindled flames he fixed, 
And in it nectar and ambrosia mixed ; 
With these, the magic dews which eveningbrings, 
Brushed from the Idalian star by fairy wings, 
Each tender pledge of sacred faith he joined, 
Each gentler pleasure of the unspotted mind, — 
Day-dreams, whose tints with sportive brightness glow, 
And Hope, the blameless parasite of Woe. 
The eyeless chemist heard the process rise, 
The streamy chalice bubbled up in sighs, 
Sweet sounds transpired, as when the enamored dove 
Pours the soft murmuring of responsive love. 
The finished work might Envy vainly blame, 
And " Kisses" was the precious compound's name. 

to . Coleridge. 

THE SOUND OF A KISS. 
A kiss is a difficult thing to describe on paper with 
only the unyielding," unimpressible materials of pen and 



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325 



ink; but it has been courageously attempted by a wag 
who had been at a wedding, "all of which he saw, and 
part of which he was." Having "seen it done and per- 
formed, and heard the reverberation," he describes a kiss 
as follows : 

" This is the age of improvement, ladies and gentle- 
men ; stand back and you will see a kiss on paper. Don't 
be incredulous. I will give you the sound in types. 
Listen : 

"When two pairs of affectionate lips are placed to- 
gether to the intent of osculation, the noise educed is 
something like to the ensuing, 

Epe-sfweep'' st-e* ee ! 

and then the sound tapers off so softly and so musically 
that no letters can do it justice. 

"If any one thinks my description imperfect, let him 
surpass it if he can, even with a pen made from a quill 
out of Cupid's wing." 

Another writer describes the acoustic phenomena of the 
process in the following stanzas : 

Men's fancies have long been sore tasked 

Some simile meet to bestow 
On that which all figures of speech 

Never fa# to fall vastly below. 

Of the magical power of the touch, 
And the odorous perfume distilled, 

Already there's written so much 
That poetical books are now filled. 

But a thought rather novel occurs 
To my mind in regard to the sound : 

It is this, — that a kiss is just like 
The swell which in music is found. 
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326 MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

Beginning most gently at first, 

To the middle you gradually swell, 

Then softly reduce to the close, 

And, though luscious, take care not to dwell. 

This gradual ascent to the swell 
Prepares for the climax of bliss, 

And letting one down as he rose 
Will weaken a fall such as this. 

This provision of nature most wise 
I have studied, and sagely conclude 

'Twas done by this scale of degrees 
Certain death from excess to elude. 



THE DANGEROUS SIDE. 



THE LEGAL VIEW. 
POOR ENCOURAGEMENT. 

An Iowa school-teacher was discharged for the offence 
of kissing a female assistant. Whereupon a local paper 
inquired, "What inducement is there for any person to 
exile himself to the country districts of Iowa to direct the 
young idea in its musket-practice, if he is to be denied 
the ordinary luxuries of every-day life ? If a Platonic ex- 
ercise in osculation, occasionally, cannot be connived at, 
where are the mitigating circumstances in the dreary life 
of a Western schoolmaster? We give it up." 

KINDLY CAUTION. 

A young fellow in a Western town was fined ten dollars 
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the damsel sent him the amount of his fine, with a note 
saying that the next time he kissed her he must be less 
rough about it, and be careful to do it when her father 
was not around. 

RETALIATION. 

The following colloquy occurred in an English divorce- 
case. Mr. Sergeant Tindal, "He treated her very kindly, 
did he not ?" Atkinson, "Oh, yes, very; he kissed her 
several times." Mr. Sergeant Tindal, "And how did 
she treat him?" Atkinson, " Well, she retaliated." 



AN EXPENSIVE KISS. 

An interesting suit for damages was tried in the Circuit 
Court of Sauk County, Wisconsin. The title of the case 
was Helen Crager vs. The Chicago and Northwestern 
Railroad Company. The facts are substantially as fol- 
lows. The plaintiff, who is a good-looking, interesting* 
young lady, twenty-one years of age, and a school-teacher, 
on the 6th of March, 1873, bought a ticket of the com- 
pany's ticket-agent at Reedsburg, for Baraboo, and took a 
seat in a passenger-car attached to a mixed train. When 
within a few miles of her destination, the plaintiff, being 
at the time alone with the conductor (the only other pas- 
senger and an employe of the company having left the 
car), was caressed and kissed by the conductor. There 
being nothing in the lady's manner to induce such famil- 
iarity, the ticket-puncher was, soon after the occurrence, 
arrested upon a charge of assault and battery. He pleaded 
guilty, was fined twenty-five dollars by the justice, and 
discharged by the company. The court ruled as a matter 
of law that the company was liable for the plaintiff for 
actual damage occasioned by the wrongful act of the con- 



328 MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

ductor. The case was well argued, and submitted to the 
jury, who returned a verdict for the plaintiff, and assessed 
her damages at one thousand dollars. 



TWENTY SHILLINGS FINE. 

A noteworthy trial may be found among the proceed- 
ings of a Connecticut court held at New Haven, May 1, 
1660. In this case, the kisser was Jacob M. Murline, 
and the kissee was Miss Sarah Tuttle. It was demonstrated 
that Jacob " tooke up or tooke away her gloves. Sarah 
desired him to give her the gloves, to which he answered 
he would do so if she would give him a kysse, upon which 
they sat down together, his arme being about her waiste, 
and her arme upon his shoulder or about his neck, and he 
kyssed her and she kyssed him, or they kyssed one an- 
other, continuing in this posture about half an hour." 

On examination, the amatory Jacob confusedly admitted 
that " he tooke her by the hand, and they both sat down 
upon a chest, but whether his arme were about her waiste, 
and her arme upon his shoulder or about his neck, he 
knows not, for he never thought of it since till Mr. Ray- 
mond told him of it at Mannatos, for which he was 
blamed, and told he had not layed it to heart as he 
ought." Jacob and Sarah were each fined twenty shil- 
lings. So much for two centuries ago. 

BREACH OF PROMISE. 

Breach-of-promise trials are of frequent occurrence in 
the English courts, and any contribution to the law of 
the subject is received with interest. The English papers, 
therefore, comment with great relish upon the definition 
of a marriage engagement given by Judge Neilson, of 
Brooklyn, who, in a suit for money damages for blighted 



MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 329 

affections, charged the jury that the "gleam of the eye 
and the conjunction of the lips are overtures when they 
become frequent and protracted." In the face of such a 
decision he is a rash man who would say, in the words of 
the song, "I know an eye both soft and bright," and 
that variety of kiss known as the "lingering" is posi- 
tively interdicted to gentlemen who do not mean busi- 
ness, or who are liable to a change of mind." 



THE INGENUITY OF THIEVES. 

When the Pope's chamberlain, who was captured by 
Italian brigands, paid fifty thousand francs as ransom- 
money to the leader of the band, the sight of the money 
so transported him that he fell on his knees and begged 
to kiss the hand of his captive before he departed. The 
prelate stretched out his hand to him, forgetting that he 
wore a ring of great value, which the scoundrel, as he 
kissed the hand, slyly slipped over the finger and appro- 
priated to himself. 

This incident was more than paralleled by French 
dexterity in a case which is thus reported by a Paris cor- 
respondent : 

There is a pretty little creature who has bestowed upon 
herself the cognomen of Diane de Bagatelle, with whom 
a well-known young viscount is madly in love. Mile. 
Diane is a very romantic young lady, with a taste for the 
plays and novels of the younger Dumas, and especially for 
the "Dame aux Camellias." So she was not surprised 

when one day the card of the Count de X , the father 

of the viscount in question, was handed to her, and an 
elegant elderly gentleman, faultlessly dressed, and with 
the red ribbon of the Legion of Honor at his button-hole, 
was ushered into her boudoir. 

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"My son loves Mademoiselle," began the count, with- 
out further preface. 

" I know it," sighed Diane. 

"He has " 

"A sister!" exclaimed the lady, remembering the in- 
terview between Marguerite Gautier and the elder Duval. 

" No, not a sister, but a cousin, — his cousin Blanche, to 
whom he has been betrothed for years. She pines and 
weeps, and you, mademoiselle, you and your fatal charms 
are the cause." 

"Alas!" sighed Diane, feeling herself Doche and 
Blanche Pierson rolled into one and in real earnest. 

"Your sensibility does you honor. Will you break 
with my son at once and forever? And if two hundred 
thousand francs " 

"Two hundred thousand francs !" 

" I will draw you a check at once." 

" Sir," exclaimed the lady, " you have not made appeal 
to a callous heart. I will make the sacrifice ; I will give 
up Henri. You said, I think, two hundred thousand?" 

" I did. Blessings on you, my child !" exclaimed the 
count, fervently. "Write the letter I shall dictate, and 
the check shall be yours." 

So down Diane sat, and penned the following epistle : 

" Dear Henri, I love you no more. In fact, I never 
have loved you. I love another. Farewell forever. 

"Diane." 

The count took the letter, inspected it carefully, and 
placed it in his pocket-book, from which he then drew a 
check for the amount named, which he placed in the 
lady's eager hands. 

"Allow me, my child, to raise to my lips the gentle 
hand that has just saved my son !" A kiss and a tear fell 
on the dainty hand together; it was then released, and 



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the aged nobleman departed. He had not been long 
gone when Mile. Diane discovered that her diamond 
ring, which was valued at ten thousand francs, had disap- 
peared from her finger; and further investigations proved 
that her silverware and other articles of value had also 
vanished. The pretended count was no other than a 
swindler of the very worst type. The worst of the affair 
was that the scamp actually mailed the letter of Mile. 
Diane to the viscount, so that the lady found herself 
minus an adorer as well as her valuables. 



THE MEDICAL VIEW. 
don't kiss the baby. 

The promiscuous kissing of children is a pestilent prac- 
tice. We use the word advisedly, and it is mild for the 
occasion. Murderous would be the proper word, did the 
kissers know the mischief they do. Yes, madam, mur- 
derous ; and we are speaking to you. Do you remember 
calling on your dear friend Mrs. Brown the other day, 
with a strip of flannel round your neck ? And when little 
Flora came dancing into the room, didn't you pounce 
upon her demonstratively, call her a precious little pet, 
and kiss her ? Then you serenely proceeded to describe 
the dreadful sore throat that kept you from prayer-meeting 
the night before. You had no designs on the dear child's 
life, we know ; nevertheless, you killed her ! Killed her 
as surely as if you had fed her with strychnine or arsenic. 
Your caresses were fatal. 

Two or three days after, the little pet began to complain 
of a sore throat too. The symptoms grew rapidly alarm- 
ing ; and when the doctor came, the single word diphthe- 
ria sufficed to explain them all. To-day a little mound 
in Greenwood is the sole memento of your visit. 



332 MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

Of course the mother does not suspect, and would not 
dare to suspect, you of any instrumentality in her bereave- 
ment. She charges it to a mysterious Providence. The 
doctor says nothing to disturb the delusion ; that would 
be impolitic, if not cruel : but to an outsider he is free to 
say that the child's death was due directly to your in- 
fernal stupidity. Those are precisely the words : more for- 
cible than elegant, it is true; but who shall say, under the 
circumstances, that they are not justifiable ? Remember, 

" Evil is wrought by want of thought 
As well as by want of heart." 

It would be hard to tell how much of the prevalent 
sickness and mortality from diphtheria is due to such 
want of thought. As a rule, adults have the disease in so 
mild a form that they mistake it for a simple cold; and, 
as a cold is not contagious, they think nothing of ex- 
posing others to their breath or to the greater danger of 
labial contact. Taking into consideration the well-estab- 
lished fact that diphtheria is usually if not always com- 
municated by the direct transplanting of the malignant 
vegetation which causes the disease, the fact that there 
can be no more certain means of bringing the contagion 
to its favorite soil than the act of kissing, and the further 
fact that the custom of kissing children on all occasions 
is all but universal, it is not surprising that, when the dis- 
ease is once imported into a community, it is very likely 
to become epidemic. 

It would be absurd to charge the spread of diphtheria 
entirely to the practice of child-kissing. There are other 
modes of propagation : though it is hard to conceive of 
any more directly suited to the spread of the infection or 
more general in its operation. It stands to diphtheria 
in about the same relation that promiscuous hand-shaking 
formerly did to the itch. 



MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 333 

It were better to avoid the practice. The children 
will not suffer if they go unkissed ; and their friends 
ought for their sake to forego the luxury for a season. A 
single kiss has been known to infect a family j and the 
most careful may be in condition to communicate the dis- 
ease without knowing it. Beware, then, of playing Judas, 
and let the babies alone. 



EXCESSIVE GALLANTRY. 

The late Marquis de Prades-Conti, ex-officer of the 
body-guard of Charles X., died from the effects of what 
might be called an excess of gallantry. He had never 
been ill a day, and retained all his activity in spite of his 
eighty-two years, but in stooping to kiss the hand of the 
Dowager Countess de la Rochepeon, who came to pay 
him a visit, he fell dead. 



THE TREACHEROUS SIDE. 

MADAME DF STAEL'S HYPOCRISY. , 
Coleridge was a man of violent prejudices, and had 
conceived an insuperable aversion for France, of which 
he was not slow to boast. "I hate," he would say, "the 
hollowness of French principles ; I hate the republicanism 
of French politics; I hate the hostility of the French 
people to revealed religion ; I hate the artificiality of 
French cooking ; I hate the acidity of French wines ; I 
hate the flimsiness of the French language." He would 
inveigh with equal acrimony against the unreality and 
immorality of the French character of both sexes, espe- 
cially of the women; and in justification of his unmeas- 
ured invective, he related that he was one day sitting 



334 MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

tete-a-tete with Madame de Stael in London, when her 
man-servant entered the room and asked her if she would 
receive Lady Davey. She raised her eyebrows and 
shrugged her shoulders, and appeared to shudder with 
nausea as she turned to him and said, "Ah, ma foi ! 6, 
mon cher ami ! ayez pitie de moi ! Mais quoi faire ? Cette 
vilaine femme ! Comme je la deteste ! Elle est, vrai- 
ment, insupportable !" And then, on her entry, she flung 
her arms around her, kissed her on both cheeks, pressed 
her to her bosom, and told her that she was more than 
enchanted to behold her. 

But the query arises, have the French a monopoly of 
such conventional duplicity? or may we find its counter- 
part nearer home ? 

A JUDAS KISS. 

This time Sophronia was so much in earnest that she 

found it necessary to bend forward in the carriage and 

give Bella a kiss. A Judas order of kiss; for she thought, 

while she yet pressed Bella's hand after giving it, "Upon 

your own showing, you vain heartless girl, puffed up by 

the dotiag folly of a dustman, I need have no relenting 

towards you. ' ' 

Dickens : Our Mutual Friend. 



A WIFE'S INFIDELITY. 

Heaven support thee, old man ! thou hast to pass 
through the bitterest trial which honor and affection can 
undergo, — household treason ! When the wife lifts high 
the blushless front, and brazens out her guilt ; when the 
child, with loud voice, throws off all control, and makes 
boast of disobedience, man revolts at the audacity ; his 
spirit arms against his wrong ; its face, at least, is bare ; 



MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 335 

the blow, if sacrilegious, is direct. But when mild words 

and soft kisses conceal the worst foe Fate can arm, — 

when amidst the confidence of the heart starts up the form 

of Perfidy, — when out from the reptile swells the fiend in 

its terror, — when the breast on which man leaned for 

comfort has taken counsel to deceive him, — when he 

learns that, day after day, the life entwined with his own 

has been a lie and a stage mime, — -he feels not the softness 

of grief, nor the absorption of rage ; it is mightier than 

grief, and more withering than rage ; it is a horror that 

appalls. 

Bulwer-Lytton : Lucretia. 



ALGERINE REVENGE. 

A tragic event occurred in a divorce court at Constan- 
tine, in Algeria. The wife of Bel-Kassem appeared be- 
fore the Cadi and demanded a divorce from her husband 
on the ground that he had ill-treated her. In spite of 
the strenuous opposition of the respondent, the Cadi gave 
judgment in favor of the lady, who, triumphantly pro- 
nouncing the orthodox formula, "I repudiate thee," 
bounced out of the court. The custom of the country 
wills that a defeated suitor kiss the judge upon the 
shoulder, to show that he acknowledges the justice of his 
sentence. In accordance with this usage, Bel-Kassem, in 
apparent submission, moved toward the Cadi. But as he 
drew near him his manner suddenly changed. Dashing 
aside his burnous, he sprang upon the unfortunate judge 
and drove his knife into his breast. The murderer then 
threw down his weapon and surrendered himself to the 
gendarmes, saying, quietly, "I have killed the Cadi be- 
cause, according to the Koran, a judge who gives an 
unjust sentence deserves to be put to death." 



336 MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

ALL FOR SHOW. 
Little Antoinette, a lonely little girl, was glad to find 
any companions. ''Mamma kisses me on the prome- 
nade," she told them, in her artless way. "She never 

kisses me at home." 

Thackeray : The Newcomes. 



THE KISS FULIGINOUS. 
The Italian poet Francesco Gianni is the author of a 
remarkable sonnet, in which the avenging kiss of the 
demons for the kiss of treason is given with great power, 
following a no less powerful portraiture of Satan : 

" Poi fra le braccia si reco quel tristo, 
E con la bocca fumigante e neva 
Gli rese il bacio che avea dato al Cristo." 

[Then the malefactor threw himself into his arms, and 
with mouth black and smoking — the kiss fuliginous — he 
gave back the kiss that he had given to Christ.] 

FABULLA. 

Martial in his "Epigrams" (xii. 93) makes the fol- 
lowing hit : 

" Fabulla has found out a way to kiss her lover in the 
presence of her husband. She has a little fool whom she 
kisses over and over again, when the lover immediately 
seizes him" while he is still wet with the multitude of kisses, 
and sends him back forthwith, charged with his own, to 
hip smiling mistress. How much greater a fool is the 
husband than the professed fool !" 

Or, as Hay translates it : 

" My lady Modish doth this way devise 
To kiss her spark before her husband's eyes: 



MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND DELATIONS. 337 

She slavers o'er her little boy with kisses, 
And the gallant receives the reeking blisses ; 
Then to the Little Cupid gives a smack, 
And to his laughing mother sends him back. 
But if the husband is this way beguiled, 
The husband is by much the greater child." 



WOMAN. 

Not she with traitorous kiss her Saviour stung, 
Not she denied him with unholy tongue ; 
She, while apostles shrank, could danger brave, 
Last at his cross, and earliest at his grave. 

Barrett. 

•THE DESCENT FROM THE TREE. 
With that she leaped into her lord's embrace, 
With well-dissembled virtue in her face. 
He hugged her close, and kissed her o'er and o'er, 
Disturbed with doubts and jealousies no more ; 
Both, pleased and blessed, renewed their mutual vows, 
A fruitful wife and a believing spouse. 

Pope : January and May. 

THE FALSE LADY. 
Thy girdle-knife was keen and bright, — 

The ribbons wondrous fine, — 
'Tween every knot of them you knit, 

Of kisses I had nine. 

Fond Margaret ! false Margaret ! 

You kissed me, cheek and chin ; 
Yet, when I slept, that girdle-knife 

You sheathed my heart's blood in. 

Old Ballad. 
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33 S MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

THE CONSPIRACY AGAINST EDWARD II. 
Edward, this Mortimer aims at thy life : 
Oh, fly him, then ! But, Edmund, calm this rage ; 
Dissemble, or thou diest ; for Mortimer 
And Isabel do kiss while they conspire : 
And yet she bears a face of love, forsooth ! 
Fie on that love that hatcheth death and hate ! 

Marlowe. 

PERJURY. 
Sworn on every slight pretence, 
Till perjuries are common as bad pence, 
While thousands, careless of the damning sin, 
Kiss the book's outside who ne'er look within. 

Cowper : Expostulation. 

LADY BOTHWELL'S LAMENT. 
Fareweil, fareweil, thou falsest youth 
That evir kist a woman's mouth ! 
I wish all maides be warned by mee 
Nevir to trust man's curtesy ; 
For if we doe bot chance to bow, 
They'le use us then they care not how. 

Scottish Song. 

THE GAY DECEIVER. 
Trust him not ; his words, though sweet, 
Seldom with his heart do meet. 
All his practice is deceit; 
Every gift it is a bait; 
Not a kiss but poison bears ; 
And most treason in his tears. 

Ben JONSON : Hue and Cry after Cupid. 



MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 339 

THE LURES OF THE ENCHANTRESS. 
She shroudeth vice in virtue's veil, 

Pretending good in ill ; 
She offereth joy, but bringeth grief; 
A kiss — where she doth kill. 

Southwell. 

% CUPID'S WILES. 
Let not his tears thy easiness beguile, 
Nor let him circumvent thee with a smile ; 
If he to kiss thee ask, his kisses fly ; 
Poison of asps between his lips doth lie. 

Anacreon. 

ARTIFICE. 

Amarillis. Here, take thy Amoret; embrace, and kiss! 

Perigot. What means my love ? 

Amarillis. To do as lovers should, 

That are to be enjoyed, not to be wooed. 

There's ne'er a shepherdess in all the plain 

Can kiss thee with more art ; there's none can feign 

More wanton tricks. 

Fletcher : Faithful Shepherdess. 



THE SORROWFUL SIDE. 

MARGARET. 
The admirers of Goethe's immortal tragedy "Faust" 
will remember the passage in which poor Margaret says 
to her lover : 

Kiss me? — canst no longer do it ? 

My friend, so short a time thou'rt missing, 



340 MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

And hast unlearned thy kissing ? 

Why is my heart so anxious on thy breast ? 

Where once a heaven thy glances did create me, 

A heaven thy loving words expressed, 

And thou didst kiss, as thou would suffocate me— 

Kiss me ! 

Or I'll kiss thee. 

{She embraces htm.) 
Ah, woe ! thy lips are chill 
And still. 

How changed in fashion 
Thy passion ! 
Who has done me this ill ? 

Nor can they forget the simple song in which, while 
seated at her spinning-wheel, she gives utterance to her 
grief. The closing verses are these : 

And the magic flow 

Of his talk, the bliss 
In the clasp of his hand, 

And, ah, his kiss ! 

My peace is gone, 
My heart is sore ; 
. I never shall find it, 
Ah, nevermore ! 

My bosom yearns 

For him alone ; 
Ah ! dared I clasp him, 

And hold, and own, 

And kiss his mouth 

To heart's desire, 
And on his kisses 

At last expire ! 



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THE WELCOME HOME. 



3V 



For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, 
Or busy housewife ply her evening care; 

No children run to lisp their sire's return, 
Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. 

Gray : Elegy. 

Evidently the poet Gray had in his mind's eye the 
following passage from Lucretius : 

"Non domus accipiet te lseta, neque uxor 
Optima, nee dulces occurrent oscula nati 
Praeripere, et tacita pectus dulcedine tangent." 
[No joyous home shall receive thee, nor excellent wife, 
nor will any dear children of thine run out to meet thee 
and vie with each other in snatching kisses from thee, 
and raise a tumult of sweet but unutterable affection in 
thy breast.] 

AFTER THE BALL. 
[The sisters return from the ball to their chamber, gayly 
laugh and chat over the reminiscences of the night, lay 
aside "the robe of satin and Brussels lace," "comb out 
their braids and curls," and as the fire goes out, and the 
winter chill is gathering, they seek repose. " Curtained 
away from the chilly night, after the revel is done," they 
"float along in a splendid dream," which the poet re- 
counts, and then addresses them thus:] 

Oh, Maud and Madge, dream on together, 

With never a pang of jealous fear ! 

For, ere the bitter St. Agnes weather 

Shall whiten another year, 

Robed for the bridal, and robed for the tomb, 
Braided brown hair, and golden tress, 
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342 MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

There'll t>e only one of you left for the bloom 
Of the bearded lips to press, — 

Only one for the bridal pearls, 

The robe of satin and Brussels lace, — 
Only one to blush through her curls 

At the sight of a lover's face. 

Oh, beautiful Madge, in your bridal white, 

For you the revel has just begun ; 
But for her who sleeps in your arms to-night, 
The revel of life is done ! 

But, robed and crowned with your saintly bliss, 

Queen of heaven and bride of the sun, 
Oh, beautiful Maud, you'll never miss 
The kisses another hath won ! 



AFTER THE WEDDING. 
All alone in my room, at last; 

I wonder how far they have travelled now? 
They'll be very far when the night is past; 

And so would I, if I knew but how. 
How lovely she looked in her wreath and dress ! 

She is queenlier far than the village girls ; 
Those were roses, too, in the wreath, I guess — 

'Twas they made the crimson amongst her curls. 

She's good as beautiful, too, they say; 

Her heart is as gentle as any dove's ; 
She'll be all that she can to him alway — 

Dear ! I am tearing my new white gloves. 
How calm she is, with her saint-like face ! 

Her eyes are violet — mine are blue ; 
How careless I am with my mother's lace ! — 

Her hands are whiter, and softer, too. 



MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

They've gone to the city beyond the hill, 

They must never come back to this place again ! 
I'm almost afraid to be here so still; 

I wish it would thunder! and lighten ! and rain ! 
Oh, no ! for some may not be abed, 

Some few, perhaps, may be out to-night ; 
I hope that the moon will come instead, 

And heaven be starry, and earth all light. 

'Tis only a summer that she's been here — 

It's been my home for seventeen years ! — 
But her name is a testament far and near, 

And the poor have embalmed it in priceless tears. 
I remember the day when another came — 

There ! at last, I have tied my hair — 
Her curls and mine were nearly the same, 

But hers are longer, and mine less fair. 

They're going across the sea, I know, 

Across the ocean — will that be far? — 
Did I have my comb a moment ago? 

I seem to forget where my things all are. 
When ships are wrecked, do the people drown ? 

Is there never a boat to save the crew? 
Poor ships! If ever my ship goes down, 

I'll want a grave in the ocean, too. 

Good-night, good-night — it is striking one ! — 

Good-night to bride, and good-night to groom. 
The light of my candle is almost done — 

I wish my bed was in mother's room ! 
How calm it looks in the midnight shade — 

Those curtains were hung there clean to-day: 
They're all too white for me, I'm afraid: 

Perhaps I may soon be as white as they. 



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344 MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

Dark ! — all dark ! — for the light is dead. 

Father in heaven, may I have rest ? 
One hour of sleep for my weary head — 

For this breaking heart in my poor, poor breast ! 
For his sweet sake do I kneel and pray, 

God ! protect him from change and ill; 
And render her worthier every way, 

The older the purer, the lovelier still. 

There ! I knew I was going to cry ; — 

1 have kept the tears in my soul too long : 
Oh ! let me say it, or I shall die, — 

As heaven is witness, I mean no wrong. 
He never shall hear from this secret room, 

He never shall know in the after-years, 
How seventeen summers of happy bloom 

Fell dead, one night, in a moment of tears ! 

I loved him more than she understands. 

For him I loaded my soul with truth ; 
For him I am kneeling, with lifted hands, 

To lay at his feet my shattered youth ! 
I love, I adore him, still the same ! 

More than father, and mother, and life ! 
My hope of hopes was to bear his name — 

My heaven" of heavens to be his wife! 

His wife — oh, name which the angels breathe, 

Let it not crimson my cheek for shame — 
'Tis her great glory that word to wreathe 

In the princely heart from whose blood it came. 
Oh, hush ! again I behold them stand, 

As they stood to-night, by the chancel wall : 
I see him holding her white-gloved hand, 

I hear his voice in a whisper fall. 



MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND A'ELAT/ONS. 345 

I see the minister's silver hair, 

I see him kneel at the altar-stone, 
I see him rise when the prayer is o'er, 

He has taken their hands and made them one. 
The fathers and mothers are standing near, 

The friends are pressing to kiss the bride ; 
One of those kisses had birthplace here — 

The dew of her lips has not yet dried. 

His lips have touched hers before to-night — 
Then I have a grain of his to keep ! 

This midnight blackness is flecked with light, 
Some angel is singing my soul to sleep. 

He knows full well why many a knave 
So close to his lady's lips would swim — 

God only knows that the kiss I gave 

Was set in her mouth to give to him ! 

W. L. Keese. 

THE BALLAD OF CHEVY-CHASE. 
In this popular ballad, believed to have been written 
about the year 1600, occur these familiar stanzas : 
Next day did many widows come, 

Their husbands to bewail ; 
They washed their wounds in brinish tears, 
But all would not prevail. 

Their bodies, bathed in purple blood, 

They bore with them away ; 
They kissed them dead a thousand times, 

Ere they were clad in clay. 

THE OLD LOVE. 
I met her ; she was thin and old, 

She stooped, and trod with tottering feet; 



346 MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

Her locks were gray that once were gold, 
Her voice was harsh that once was sweet ; 

Her cheeks were sunken, and her eyes, 
Robbed of their girlish light of joy, 

Were dim : I felt a strange surprise 
That I had loved her when a boy. 

But yet a something in her air 

Restored me to my youthful prime : 
My heart grew young, and seemed to wear 

The impress of that long-lost time. 
I took her wilted hand in mine, 

Its touch awoke a ghost of joy ; 
I kissed her with a reverent sigh, 

For I had loved her when a boy. 



EARL MARCH'S DAUGHTER. 

The earl, smitten with grief over his broken-hearted 
and dying Ellen, is anxious to restore the lover he had 
exiled. But it is too late : 

In vain he weeps, in vain he sighs; 

Her cheek is cold as ashes ; 

Nor love's own kiss shall wake those eyes 

To lift their silken lashes. 

Campbell. 



THE KING OF FRANCE'S DAUGHTER. 

His pale lyppes, alas ! 

Twenty times she kissed, 
And his face did wash 

With her trickling teares ; 
Every gaping wound 

Tenderlye she pressed, 



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And did wipe it round 

With her golden haires. 
" Speake, faire love," quoth shee, 
" Speake, faire prince, to mee ; 

One sweete word of comfort give : 
Lift up thy deare eyes, 
Listen to my cryes, 

Thinke in what sad griefe I live." 
All in vaine she sued, 
All in vaine she wooed ; 

The prince's life was fled and gone. 

Pepys Collection. 

DYING INJUNCTION. 
When our dear parents died, they died together; 
One fate surprised them, and one grave received them. 
My father with his dying breath bequeathed 
Her to my love ; my mother, as she lay 
Languishing by him, called me to her side, 
Took me in her fainting arms, wept, and embraced me; 
Then pressed me close, and, as she observed my tears, 
Kissed them away. Said she, Chamont, my son, 
By this, and all the love I ever showed thee, 
Be careful of Monimia, watch her youth, 
Let not her wants betray her to dishonor ; 
Perhaps kind heaven may raise some friend ; then sighed, 
Kissed me again ; so blessed us, and expired. 

Otway : Orphan. 

FAITHFUL UNTO DEATH. 
'Tis she, — far off, through moonlight dim, 

He knew his own betrothed bride, 
She who would rather die with him 

Than live to gain the world beside ! 



348 MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

Her arms are round her lover now, 

His livid cheek to hers she presses, 

And dips, to bind his burning brow, 

In the cool lake her loosened tresses. 
***** 

One struggle, and his pain is past, 

Her lover is no longer living ! 
One kiss the maiden gives, one last, 

Long kiss, which she expires in giving ! 

Moore : Lalla Rookh. 



THE LAST OBSERVANCE. 
Oh, may I view thee with life's parting ray, 

And thy dear hand with dying ardor press ; 
Sure thou wilt weep, and on thy lover's clay 
« With breaking heart print many a tender kiss. 
* ^ * * * * 

On my cold lips thy kisses thou wouldst fix, 
While flowing tears with thy dear kisses mix. 

TlBULLUS : Elegy I. 



THE EXILES. 
With louder plaints the mother spoke her woes, 
And blest the cot where every pleasure rose ; 
And kissed her thoughtless babes with many a tear, 
And clasped them close, in sorrow doubly dear. 

Goldsmith : Deserted Village. 



"ORATE HIC PRO ME.'; 
They went with speed to the dungeon-door; 

The air was chill and damp ; 
And the pale girl lay on the marble floor, 

Beside the dying lamp ; 



MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 349 

They kissed her lips, they called her name, 

No kiss returned, no answer came. 

Motionless, lifeless, there she lay, 

Like a statue rent from its base away. 

Fraed. 

JEPHTHAH'S DAUGHTER. 
It comforts me in this one thought to dwell, 

That I subdued me to my father's will ; 
Because the kiss he gave me, ere I fell, 
Sweetens the spirit still. 

Tennyson: Dream of Fair Women. 

THE MAY QUEEN. 
I have been wild and wayward, but you'll forgive me 

now; 
You'll kiss me, my own mother, and forgive me ere I go; 
Nay, nay, you must not weep, nor let your grief be wild ; 
You should not fret for me, mother, you have another 

child. Tennyson. 

ENOCH ARDEN. 
My children, too ! must I not speak to these ? 
They know me not ; I should betray myself. 
Never; no father's kiss for me, — the girl 
So like her mother, and the boy, my son. 

, c , Tennyson. 

CENONE. 
Oh, mother, hear me yet before I die ! 
Hath he not sworn his love a thousand times, 
In this green valley, under this green hill, 
Ev'n on this hand, and sitting on this stone? 
Sealed it with kisses ? watered it with tears ? 

Tennyson. 
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350 MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

QUARREL AND RECONCILIATION. 

As through the land at eve we went, 

And plucked the ripened ears, 
We fell out, my wife and I, 
Oh, we fell out, I know not why, 
And kissed again with tears. 

For when we came where lies the child 

We lost in other years, 
There above the little grave, 
Oh, there above the little grave 

We kissed again with tears. 

Tennyson : Princess. 

EVANGELINE. 
Vainly he strove to whisper her name, for the accents 

unuttered 
Died on his lips, and their motion revealed what his 

tongue would have spoken. 
Vainly he strove to rise ; and Evangeline, # kneeling be- 
side him, 
Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom. 

Longfellow. 

OVER THE STARRY WAY. 
Gone to sleep with the tender smile 

Froze on her silent lips 
By the farewell kiss of the angel Death, 
Like the last fair bud of a faded wreath 

Whose bloom the white frost nips. 



DEATH OF AN INFANT. 
Oh, fairest flower, no sooner blown but blasted, 
Soft silken primrose fading timelessly, 



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Summer's chief honor, if thou hadst outlasted 
Bleak Winter's force that made thy blossom dry; 
For he being amorous on that lovely dye 
That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss, 
But killed, alas, and then bewailed his fatal bliss. 

Milton. 

ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND'S CHILD. 

If Death 
More near approaches, meditates, and clasps 
Even now some dearer, more reluctant hand, 
God, strengthen Thou my faith, that I may see 
That 'tis Thine angel, who, with loving haste, 
Unto the service of the inner shrine 
Doth waken Thy beloved with a kiss. 



Lowell. 



HIGHLAND MARY. 
Oh, pale, pale now, those rosy lips, 

I aft hae kissed sae fondly, 
And closed for aye the sparkling glance 

That dwelt on me sae kindly ! 



Burns. 



CONSUMPTION. 
Oh, then, when the spirit is taking wing, 
How fondly her thoughts to her dear one cling, 
As if she would blend her soul with his 
In a deep and long-imprinted kiss ! 

Percival. 

BARBARA. 
Oh, that pallid face ! 
Those sweet, earnest eyes of grace ! 
When last I saw them, dearest, 'twas in another place ; 



352 MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

You came running forth to meet me, with my love-gift on 

your wrist, 

And a cursed river killed thee, aided by a murderous mist. 

Oh, a purple mark of agony was on the mouth I kissed 

When last I saw thee, Barbara ! 

Alexander Smith. 



"I WANT TO FIND MY PAPA." 

A lady while walking in a city street met a little girl 
between two and three years old, evidently lost, and cry- 
ing bitterly. Taking her by the hand, the lady asked her 
where she was going. 

"I am going down town to find my papa," was the 
reply, between sobs, of the child. 

"What is your papa's name?" asked the lady. 

" His name is papa," replied the innocent little thing. 

"But what is his other name?" queried the lady; 
" what does your mamma call him ?" 

" She calls him papa," persisted the baby. 

The lady then took the little one by the hand and led 
her along, saying, — 

"You had better come with me; I guess you came 
from this way." 

" Yes, but I don't want to go back ; I want to find my 
papa," replied the little girl, crying afresh as if her heart 
would break. 

" What do you want of your papa?" asked the lady. 

" I want to kiss him." 

Just then a sister of the child came along looking for 
her and led her away. From subsequent inquiries, it 
appeared that the little one's papa, whom she was so 
earnestly in search of, had recently died. In her lone- 
someness and love for him, she tired of waiting for him 



MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 353 

to come home, and had gone to find him and greet him 
with the accustomed kiss. 



THE PENALTY OF HARSHNESS. 

It seems a hard and cruel thing to make the affections 
of a child its means of punishment for slight juvenile 
offences. A sad occurrence may be quoted as evidence 
in point. 

A little girl, who, although an affectionate little creature 
as ever lived, was very volatile and light-hearted, could 
not always remember to mind her mother. At the close 
of a winter day she had gone into the street, contrary to 
her mother's injunction, to play with one of her little 
companions ;• when she came in, and was prepared to go 
to bed, she approached her mother for her good-night 
kiss. 

" I cannot kiss you to-night, Mary," said the mother ; 
" you have been a very naughty little girl, and have dis- 
obeyed me. I cannot kiss you to-night." 

The little girl, her face streaming with tears, again 
begged her mother to kiss her; but she was a " strong- 
minded woman," and was inexorable. 

It was a sad lesson that she learned, for on that very 
night the child died of croup. She had asked her mother, 
the last thing as she went up to her little bed, if she would 
kiss her in the morning; but in the morning her innocent 
lips were cold. 

VIRGINIA. 
Macaulay, in his "Lays of Ancient. Rome," includes 
the tragic incident which led to the downfall of the ex- 
ecrable government of Appius Claudius, who had made 
an attempt upon the chastity of a beautiful young girl of 

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humble birth. The decemvir, unable to succeed by bribes 
and solicitations, resorted to an outrageous act of tyranny. 
A vile dependant of the Claudian house laid claim to the 
damsel as his slave. The cause was brought before the 
tribunal of Appius. The wicked magistrate, in defiance 
of the clearest proofs, gave judgment for the claimant ; 
but the girl's father, a brave soldier, saved her from servi- 
tude and dishonor by stabbing her to the heart in the 
sight of the whole forum. Virginius, in the course of a 
thrilling appeal to the people, says, — 

" Have ye not graceful ladies, whose spotless lineage 

springs 
From consuls, and high pontiffs, and ancient Alban 

kings? 
Ladies who deign not on our paths to set their tender 

feet, 
Who from their cars look down with scorn upon the 

wondering street ; 
Who in Corinthian mirrors their own proud smiles be- 
hold, 
And breathe of Capuan odors and shine with Spanish 

gold? 
Then leave the poor Plebeian his single tie to life, — 
The sweet, sweet love of daughter, of sister, and of 

wife, 
The gentle speech, the balm for all that his vexed soul 

endures, 
The kiss in which he half forgets even such a yoke as 

yours ; 
Still let the maiden's beauty swell the father's breast 

with pride, 
Still let the bridegroom's arms enfold an unpolluted 

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Spare us the inexpiable wrong, the unutterable shame, 

That turns the coward's heart to steel, the sluggard's 
blood to flame, 

Lest, when our latest hope is fled, ye taste of our de- 
spair, 

And learn by proof, in some wild hour, how much the 
wretched dare." 

Having led the devoted maiden to the spot for sacri- 
fice, he pours out in passionate language the wealth of 
his affection, closing thus : 

" With all his wit, he little deems that, spurned, be- 
trayed, bereft, 
Thy father hath in his despair one fearful refuge left, 
He little deems that in this hand I clutch what still can 

save 
Thy gentle youth from taunts and blows, the portion 

of the slave ; 
Yea, and from nameless evil that passeth taunt and 

blow, — 
Foul outrage which thou knowest not, which thou shalt 

never know. 
Then clasp me round the neck once more, and give me 

one more kiss, 
And now, mine own dear little girl, there is no way 

but this.' 
With that he lifted high the steel and smote her in the 

side, 
And in her blood she sank to earth, and with one sob 

she died." 



356 MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 



THE KISS IN EPIGRAM. 

CASUISTRY. 

When Sarah Jane, the moral miss,. 
Declares 'tis very wrong to kiss, 

I'll bet a shilling I see through it : 
The damsel, fairly understood, 
Feels just as any Christian should, — 

She'd rather suffer wrong than do it. 

Saxe. 

THE DIFFERENCE. 
"I never give a kiss," says Prue, 

"To naughty man, for I abhor it." 
She will not give a kiss, 'tis true : 

She'll take one, though, and thank you for it.' 

Moore. 



MODESTY. 
" Kiss me, dear maid, to seal the vow 

Of love that you have made." 
" I have no right to kiss you now," 

The modest maiden said. 

" If you can find it in your heart 

My first wish to refuse, 

Perhaps 'tis best that we should part 

Ere we our freedom lose." 



* This epigram, though taken from the French, may be traced back to 
the Latin Anthology : 

" Kisses my Phillis takes, but ne'er bestows : 
Taking's all one with giving, Phillis knows." 



MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 357 

"Although to khsyou I demur, 
Yet please to recollect 
That if you choose to kiss me, sir, 
Of course, I — can't object." 



FOOLISH ROBIN. 
" Come kiss me," said Robin. I gently said, " No ! 
For my mother forbade me to play with men so." 
Abashed by my answer, he glided away, 
Though my looks very plainly advised him to stay. 
Silly swain, not at all recollecting — not he — 
That his mother ne'er said that he must not kiss me. 

THE PRINTER'S KISSES. 
Print on my lips another kiss, 

The picture of thy glowing passion ; 
Nay, this won't do — nor this — nor this — 

But now — Ah, that's a. proof impression ! 

But yet, methinks, it might be mended — 

Oh, yes, I see it in those eyes ; 
Our lips again together blended 

Will make the impressio?i a revise. 

TULIPS AND ROSES. 
My Rosa from the latticed grove 

Brought me a sweet bouquet of posies, 
And asked, as round my neck she clung, 

If tulips I preferred to roses. 
" I cannot tell, sweet wife," I sighed, 

" But kiss me ere I see the posies :" 
She did. " Oh, I prefer," I cried, 

" Your two lips to a dozen roses." 



358 MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

SEALING AN OATH. 
"Do you," said Fanny, t'other day, 
" In earnest love me as you say? 
Or are those tender words applied 
Alike to fifty girls beside?" 
"Dear, cruel girl," cried I, "forbear; 
For by those eyes — those lips — I swear !" 
She stopped me as the oath I took, 
And cried, " You've sworn — now kiss the book." 

MOUSTACHES. 
Kate hates moustaches ; so much hair 
Makes every man look like a bear ; 
But Nellie, whom no thought could fetter, 
Pouts out, " The more like bears the better, 
Because" (her pretty shoulders shrugging) 
"Bears are such glorious chaps for hugging. 1 ' 

THE ANCIENT MAIDEN'S LAMENT. 
I have a mouth for kisses, 

No one to give or to take ; 
I have a heart in my bosom 
-Beating for nobody's sake. 



THE STAKES. 
The following- playful lines of Strode first appeared in 
a little volume entitled " New Court Songs and Poems," 
printed in 1672, and were reproduced in Dryden's " Mis- 
cellany," 1 716 : 

My love and I for kisses played : 

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359 



But when I won, she would be paid ; 

With that, I asked her what she meant. 
"Nay, since I see," quoth she, "your wrangling vain, 

Take your own kisses; give me mine again."* 

DECLINING A KISS. 
Said the master to Mary, a sweet-lipped lass, 
As she stood in her place at the head of her class, 
" You can decline ' a kiss,' no doubt ?" 
11 1 can," she replied, with a blush and a pout, 
And a glance to the master's heart there shot, 
"But, sir, if you please, I would rather not." 

EARLIEST RECOLLECTIONS. 
I recollect a nurse called Ann, 

Who carried me about the grass, 
And one fine day a nice young man 

Came up and kissed the pretty lass. 
She did not make the least objection ! 
Thinks I, "Ah! 
When I can talk, I'll tell mamma" — 
And that's my earliest recollection. 

Frederick Locker, 

THE DISAPPOINTMENT. 
Old Birch, who taught a village school, 
Wedded a maid of homespun habit : 

* There is a similar point in a Greek epigram of Strato : 
" While thus a few kisses I steal, 

Dear Chloris, you bravely complain ; 
If resentment you really do feel, 
Pray give me my kisses again." 



360 MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

He was as stubborn as a mule, 

And she was playful as a rabbit. 
Poor Kate had scarce become a wife, 

Before her husband sought to make her 
The pink of country polished life, 

And prim and formal as a Quaker. 
One day the tutor went abroad, 

And simple Katy sadly missed him : 
When he returned, behind her lord 

She slyly stole, and fondly kissed him. 
The husband's anger rose, and red 

And white his face alternate grew. 
"Less freedom, ma'am !"* Kate sighed, and said, 

" Oh, dear! I didn't know 'twas you/" 



NON-COMPUTATION. 

Old Jealousy would count our blisses ; 
Then give to me a thousand kisses, 
Quick kissing me — quick kissing thee — 
Oh, quick, oh, quick, the jade to trick ! 
O Ada, kiss so many kisses, 
She, counting ever, ever misses. 



Lessing. 



BIANCA'S DREAM. 
Meanwhile, remindful of the convent bars, 
Bianca did not watch these signs in vain, 



* Mrs. Thomson, in her " Life of Sarah, Duchess of Marlborough," 
says: 

" The proud Duke of Somerset married twice. His second duchess 
once tapped him familiarly on the shoulder with her fan ; he turned 
round, and. with an indignant countenance, said, ' My first duchess was 
a Percy, and she never took such a liberty.' " 



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But turned to Julio at the dark eclipse, 
With words like verbal kisses on her lips. 

He took the hint full speedily, and, backed 

By love, and night, and the occasion's meetness, 

Bestowed a something on her cheek that smacked 
(Though quite in silence) of ambrosial sweetness, — 

That made her think all other kisses lacked 

Till then, but what she knew not, of completeness: 

Being used but sisterly salutes to feel, 

Insipid things — like sandwiches of veal. 

Hood. 

THE HONEY-MOON. 

Oh, happy, happy, thrice happy state, 

When such a bright planet governs the fate 

Of a pair of united lovers ! 

'Tis theirs, in spite of the serpent's hiss, 

To enjoy the pure primeval kiss 

With as much of the old original bliss 

As mortality ever recovers. 

Hood. 

NO DOUBT OF IT. 
She felt my lips' impassioned touch, — 
'Twas the first time I dared so much ; 

And yet she chid not, 
But whispered o'er my burning brow, 
"Oh ! do you doubt I love you now?" 

Sweet soul ! I did not. 



A REBUS. 
'•What is a rebus?" I asked of dear Mary, < 
As close by my side the dear maiden was seated : 
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362 MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

I saw her eye droop and her countenance vary 
As she said in reply, "'Tis a kiss, sir, repeated." 

THE DIFFERENCE. 
My brother is shy, — I am not shy at all ; 
So, when there's a mistletoe hung in our hall, 
He manages always to miss all the kisses, 
While /, on the contrary, kiss all the misses. 

STOLEN KISSES. 
Kiss her gently, but be sly; 
Kiss her when there's no one by; 
Steal your kiss, for then 'tis meetest — 
Stolen kisses are the sweetest". 

THE REASON WHY. 
An impertinent youth at Saratoga amused himself by 
exhibiting the following lines to some of the ladies at a 
hotel : 

Men scorn to kiss among themselves, 

And scarce would kiss a brother ; 
But women want to kiss so bad, 
They kiss and kiss each other. 
Whereupon a young lady pencilled this retort on the 
back of an envelope, and left it for the fool's instruc- 
tion : 

Men do not kiss among themselves, 

And it's well that they refrain : 
The bitter dose would vex them so, 

They would never kiss again. 
As sometimes on poor woman's lip 

Is applied this nauseous lotion, 
We have to kiss among ourselves 
As a counteracting potion. 



MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 363 

THE INVENTOR OF KISSING. 
When we dwell on the lips of the girl we adore, 

What pleasure in Nature is missing? 
May his soul be in heaven — he deserves it, I'm sure — 

Who was first the inventor of kissing. 
Master Adam, I verily think, was the man 

Whose discovery can ne'er be surpast ; 
Then, since the sweet game with creation began, 

To the end of the world may it last. 



Wolcot. 



FORGIVENESS. 
Forgive thy foes ; nor that alone ; 

Their evil deeds with good repay ; 
Fill those with joy who leave thee none, 

And kiss the hand upraised to slay. 
So does the fragrant sandal bow, 

In meek forgiveness, to its doom, 
And o'er the axe at every blow 

Sheds in abundance rich perfume. 

THE RIGHTS OF MEN. 
While others, Delia, use their pen 
To vindicate the rights of men, 
Let us, more wise, to bliss attend : 
Be ours the rights which they defend. 
Those eyes that glow with love's own fire, 
And what they speak so well inspire ; 
That melting hand, that heaving breast, 
That rises only to be prest ; 
That ivory neck, those lips of bliss 
Which half invite the offered kiss; 
These, these — and Love approves the plan- 
I deem the dearest rights of man. 



364 MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

TO A PAINTED LADY IN THE OLDEN TIME. 
Is't for a grace, or is't some dislike, 
Where others give ye lippe you give the cheeke ; 
Some houlde it for a pride of your behaviour, 
But I do rather count it as a favour. 
Wherefore to shew my kindnesse and my love, 
I leave both lippes and cheekes, and kisse your glove. 
Now what's the cause? To make you full acquainted, 
Your glove's perfumed, your lippes and cheekes be- 
painted. 

THE SOURCE ALIKE OF LIFE AND DEATH. 
Nature that gave the bee so feate a grace 

To find honey of so wondrous fashion, 
Hath taught the spyder out of the same place 

To fetch poyson by strange alteration, 
Though this be strange, it is a stranger case 

With one kiss, by a secret operation, 
Both these at once in those your lips to finde, 

In change whereof I leave my heart behinde. 

Sir Thomas Wyatt. 

ON A LADY STUNG BY A BEE. 
To heal the wound the bee had made 

Upon my Delia's face, 
Its honey to the wound she bid, 

And bid me kiss the place. 

Pleased, I obeyed, and from the wound 
Sucked both the sweet and smart : 

The honey on my lips I found, 
The sting went through my heart. 



MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 365 

THE KISS IN METAPHOR. 

MORNING SONG. 
Speed, zephyr! kiss each opening flower, 

Its fragrant spirit make thine own, 
Then wing thy way to Rosa's bower, 

Ere her light sleep is flown. 

There, o'er her downy pillow fly, 

Wake the sweet maid to life and day: 

Breathe on her balmy lip a sigh, 

And o'er her bosom play. 

Mrs. Hemans. 

SUNRISE ON THE HILLS. 

I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch 

Was glorious with the sun's returning march, 

And woods were brightened, and soft gales 

Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales. 

Longfellow. 

SPRING. 
No icy fetters hold the stream ; 

The sun's bright beam 
Comes dancing o'er it to my feet ; 
The violets that skirt the bank 

Bend down to thank 
The laughing stream with kisses sweet. 

• SPRING FLOWERS 
Spring has come with a smile of blessing, 

Kissing the earth with her soft warm breath, 
Till it blushes in flowers at her gentle caressing, 

And wakes from the winter's dream of death. 



366 MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

THE VIOLETS. 

Close by the roots of moss-grown stumps, — 
The sweetest and the first to blow, — 

The blue-eyed violets, in clumps, 
Kiss one another as they grow ; 

And, kissing one another, blend 

Their dewy tears upon the earth, 
And purest fragrance upward send, 

Unconscious types of modest worth ! 

SPRING SONG. 

When the soft winds blow, 
And kiss away the snow, — 
When the bluebirds sing, 
For the dear warm spring, — 
Then we'll go a- Maying, 
Through the meadows straying. 

Rose Terry. 

AUTUMN. 

Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird, 
Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales 
The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, 
Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life 
Within the solemn woods of ash deep-crimsoned, 
And silver beech, and maple yellow-leaved. 

Longfellow. 

THE EVENING WIND. 

The faint old man shall lean his silver head 
To feel thee ; thou shalt kiss the child asleep, 



MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 367 

And dry the moistened curls that overspread 

His temples, while his breathing grows more deep. 
_ Bryant. 

THE CRIMSON SUNSET. 

Fall on her, tell her dying glow, 

How I am dreaming of her here, 

And kiss for me her snowy brow ; 

Love, I am weak with hope and fear, 

Thinking of thee. 

Hone. 

THE MOON-BEAM. 

The silver light, so pale and faint, 
Showed many a prophet, and many a saint, 

Whose image on the glass was dyed ; 
Full in the midst, his cross of red 
Triumphant Michael brandished, 

And trampled the Apostate's pride. 
The moon-beam kissed the holy pane, 
And threw on the pavement a bloody stain. 

_^_ Scott. 

THE LIGHT FROM THE TOMB. 

No earthly flame blazed e'er so bright : 
It shone like heaven's own blessed light, 

And, issuing from the tomb, 
Showed the monk's cowl, and visage pale, 
Danced on the dark-browed warrior's mail, 

And kissed his waving plume. 

Scott. 

TIME AND TIDE. 

The bridegroom sea 
Is toying with the shore, his wedded bride, 



368 MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

And in the fulness of his marriage joy 
He decorates her tawny brow with shells, 
Retires a pace to see how fair she looks, 
Then, proud, runs up to kiss her. 



THE LIGHT-HOUSE. 
It sees the ocean to its bosom clasp " 

The rocks and sea-sand with the kiss of peace ; 
It sees the wild winds lift it in their grasp, 
And hold it up, and shake it like a fleece. 

Longfellow. 

THE GROWING CORN. 
Then, like a column of Corinthian mould, 
The stalk struts upward and the leaves unfold ; 
The bushy branches all the ridges fill, 
Entwine their arms, and kiss from hill to hill. 

Barlow. 

FROM THE PSALMS OF DAVID. 

Mercy and truth are met together ; righteousness and 
peace have kissed each other. — lxxxv. 10. 



PARAPHRASE. 
In the book of Deuteronomy, ch. xxxiv. v. 5, occurs 
the sentence, "So Moses, the servant of the Lord, died 
there in the land of Moab, according to the word of the 
Lord." The literal rendering of the last words is, "by 
the mouth of the Lord," or, as the Hebrews express it, 
"with a kiss from the mouth of God." It is thus para- 
phrased by an old English poet : 



MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 369 

Softly his fainting head he lay 

Upon his Maker's breast ; 
His Maker kissed his soul away, 

And laid his flesh to rest. 



TO CELIA. 
Drink to me only with thine eyes, 

And I will pledge with mine; 
Or leave a kiss but in the cup, 
And I'll not look for wine. 

Ben Jonson. 

FROM ANACREON. 

The shadowy grove, 
Where, in the tempting guise of love, 
Reclining sleeps some witching maid, 
Whose sunny charms, but half displayed, 
Blush through the bower, that, closely twined, 
Excludes the kisses of the wind. 



Ode 59. 



LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY. 
The fountains mingle with the river, 

And the rivers with the ocean, 
The winds of heaven mix forever 

With a sweet emotion ; 
Nothing in the world is single ; 

All things by a law divine 
In one another's being mingle — 

Why not I with thine? 

See the mountains kiss high heaven, 
And the waves clasp one another ; 

No sister flower would be forgiven 
If it disdained its brother : 



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MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

And the sunlight clasps the earth, 

And the moonbeams kiss the sea ; 

What are all these kissings worth, 

If thou kiss not me? 

Shelley. 



FROM PLATO. 

Kissing Helena, together 

With my kiss, my soul beside it 

Came to my lips, and there I kept it, — 

For the poor thing had wandered thither, 

To follow where the kiss should guide it ; 

Oh, cruel I, to intercept it ! 

Shelley. 

FROM "THE LOVER'S CREED." 
I believe if I should die, 
And you should kiss my eyelids when I lie 

Cold, dead, and dumb to all the world contains, 
The folded orbs would open at your breath, 
And, from its exile in the Isles of Death, 

Life would come gladly back along my veins. 



NATURE'S MINISTRATIONS. 
Nature's voice 
Bids thee hie fieldward and rejoice ; 
She calls thee from unhallowed mirth 
To walk with beauty o'er the earth ; 
Proudly she calls thee forth, and now 
Prints blandest kisses on thy brow ; 
On lip, on cheek, on bosom bare, 
She pours the balmy morning air. 

Motherwell. 



MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 371 

"GENTLEST OF MY FRIENDS." 

The branches of the trees 

Bend down thy touch to meet, 

The clover-blossoms in the grass 

Rise up to kiss thy feet. 

Longfellow. 

THE RELEASED CAPTIVE. 

The hour which back to summer's light 

Calls the worn captive, with the gentle kiss 

Of winds, and gush of waters, and the sight 

Of the green earth. 

Mrs. Hemans. 



FROM "PHILASTER." 

Let me love lightning, let me be embraced 

And kissed by scorpions, or adore the eyes 

Of basilisks, rather than trust the tongues 

Of hell-bred women. 

Beaumont and Fletcher. 



FROM "THE TRAITOR." 

Does not 

That death's head look most temptingly? the worms 

Have kissed the lips off. 

Shirley. 

FROM "THE DYING SOLDIER." 
And here upon the battle ground, 
Exhausted with the march and fight, 
And sickened with the dreary sight 
Of the red carnage all around, 



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MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

I sigh to taste one cooling breath 
Blown from the icy hills and sea ; 
Then welcome as a bride's to me 

Would be the gentle kiss of Death. 



MARY IN HEAVEN. 
Ayr, gurgling, kissed his pebbled shore 
O'erhung with wild woods thickening green. 

Burns. 

QUEEN GUINEVERE. 

A man had given all other bliss, 

And all his worldly worth, for this, 

To waste his whole heart on one kiss 

Upon her perfect lips. 

Tennyson. 

THE PARTING. 
The trance gave way 
To those caresses, when a hundred times 
In that last kiss, which never was the last, 
Farewell, like endless welcome, lived and died. 

Tennyson. 

THE POET'S FOOD. 

Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, 

But feeds on the aerial kisses 

Of shapes that haunt Thought's wildernesses. 

Shelley. 

SLEEP. 
Sleep, the fresh dew of languid love, the ram 
Whose drops quench kisses till they burn again. 

Shelley. 



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THE KISS IN ENIGMA. 

I am just two and two, I am warm, I am cold, 
And the parent of numbers that cannot be told ; 
I am lawful, unlawful, — a duty, a fault ; 
I am often sold dear, good for nothing when bought; 
An extraordinary boon, and a matter of course, 
And yielded with pleasure — when taken by force.* 

CowrER. 

A lady gave a gift, which she had not, 

And I received her gift, which I took not; 

She gave it me willingly, and yet she would not ; 

And I received it, albeit I could not; 

If she gives it me, I force not, 

And if she takes.it again, she cares not. 

Construe what this is, and tell not"; 

For I am fast sworn, I may not. 

Wyatt. 

A lady once did ask of me 

This pretty thing in privity : 

Good sir, quoth she, fain would I crave 

One thing which you yourself not have; 

Nor never had yet in times past, 

Nor never shall while life doth last; 

* This riddle was originally published in the " Gentleman's Maga- 
zine." A correspondent furnished the following answer : 
"A riddle by Cowper 

Made me swear like a trooper ; 
But my anger, alas ! was in vain ; 
For, remembering the bliss 
Of beauty's soft kiss, 
I now long for such riddles again." 
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374 MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

And if you seek to find it out, 

You lose your labor out of doubt. 

Yet, if you love me as you say, 

Then give it me, for sure you may. 

Gascoigne. 

The instant I'm born, though my frame is quite weak, 

Most wondrous to utter, I smartly can speak ; 

My parents are pleased, and greatly rejoice, 

And seem quite enraptured to hear my sweet voice ; 

But short, ah ! too short is the time that I stay, 

For when I've done speaking I languish away ; 

Yet this to my parents but seldom gives pain, 

For they with a touch can call life back again ! 

Now all ye fair girls, and ye cheerful young swains, 

Come search for my name and take me for your pains. 

What part of speech is a kiss? — A conjunction. 

What is the shape of a kiss ? — A-lip-tickle. 

Why is a kiss like a sermon ? — Because it requires, at 
least, two heads and an application. 

Why is a kiss like a rumor? — Because it goes from 
mouth to mouth. 

When is a man like a spoon? — When he touches a 
lady's lips without kissing them. 

When are kisses sweetest ? — When syrup-\\\\ovs\y ob- 
tained. 

Why are two young ladies kissing each other an emblem 
of Christianity? — Because they are doing to each other 
as they would men should do unto them. 



MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 375 

PROVERBS AND PROVERBIAL PHRASES. 

Kissing goes by favor. 

If you can kiss the mistress, never kiss the maid. 

Many kiss the child for the nurse's sake. 

She would rather kiss than spin. 

Better kiss a knave than be troubled with him. 

He that kisseth his wife in the market-place shall have 
enough to teach him. 

To kiss a man's wife, or wipe his knife, is but a thank- 
less office. 

Kisses are the messengers of love. 

Kiss and be friends. 

None kitheth like the lithping lath (lass). 

There's something in a kiss that never comes amiss. 

Stolen kisses are sweet. 
Kissing is the prologue to sin. 



376 MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 
Kissing is lip-service. 
As easy as kiss your hand. 

Kisses are the interrogation-points in the literature of 
love. 

A sweetmeat which satisfies the hunger of the heart. 
Cherries kiss as they grow. 

GEMS OF THOUGHT. 

A kiss from my mother made me a painter. 

Benjamin West. 

I came to feel how far above all fancy, pride, and fickle 

maidenhood, all earthly pleasure, all imagined good, was 

the warm tremble of a devout kiss. 

Keats. 

It is delightful to kiss the eyelashes of the beloved — is 
it not ? But never so delightful as when fresh tears are 

on them ' __^_ LAND0R - 

The fragrant infancy of opening flowers flowed to my 
senses in that opening kiss. 

*o* — Southern. 

Kisses are like grains of gold or silver found upon the 

ground, of no value themselves, but precious as showing 

that a mine is near. 

George Villiers. 



MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 



377 



The first lesson which the infant is taught is to kiss; it 
is at once the language of infancy and the currency of 
childhood. The little passionless face as it rests upon its 
mother's bosom is moulded into smiles by a kiss, and thus 
by love's fruit sweet echo is produced. Who shall tell 
the mysiery, the deep love and earnestness, the quiet joy, 
the proud hope, of a mother's kiss? and what brow or 
cheek of arl that have gone forth into the wide, wide 
world, but wears this heavenly jewel, as imperishable as 
the glance of a diamond ? 

Like Dian's kiss, unasked, unsought, 

Love gives itself, but is not bought. 

Longfellow. 

Pant on thy lip, and to thy heart be pressed ; 
Give all thou canst — and let me dream the rest. 

Pope. 

The gilliflower, the rose, is not so sweet 

As sugared kisses be when lovers meet. 

Burton. • 

Kisses are like creation, because they are made out of 

nothing and are very good. 

Sam Slick. 

He hath at will 
More quaint and subtle ways to kill ; 
A smile or kiss, as he will use the art, 
Shall have the cunning skill to break a heart. 

»o* Shirley. 

You may conquer with the sword, but you are con- 
quered by a kiss. 

Heinsius. 



378 MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. 

Oliver Wendell Holmes says a kiss is "the twenty- 
seventh letter of the alphabet, — the love-labial which it 
takes two to speak plainly." 

I put my lips to the panel of the door, as a kiss for my 

dear, and came quietly down again, thinking that one of 

these days I would confess to the visit. 

Dickens. 

I picture you to myself as my hand glides over the 
paper. I think I see you, as you look on these words, and 
envy them the gaze of those dark eyes. Press your lips 
to the paper. Do you feel the kiss that I leave there? 

Bulwer-Lytton. 

He, from his very birth, cut off from the social ties of 

blood, — no mother's kiss to reward the toils, or gladden 

the sports, of childhood, — no father's cheering word up 

the steep hill of man. 

»o« Bulwer-Lytton. 

Many a man and woman has been incensed and wor- , 

shiped, and has shown no more feeling than is to .be 

expected from idols. There is yonder statue in St. Peter's, 

of which the toe is worn away with kisses, and which sits, 

and will sit eternally, prim and cold. 

Thackeray. 

Now let me say good-night, and so say you : 
If you will say so, you shall have a kiss. 

Shakspeare. 



INDEX. 



The Kiss in History. 
Diversities in the Bible, 10. 
Freaks and Phases of Local Cus- 
tom, 56. 

Arabian Salutation, 78. 

Blarney Stone, 68. 

Custom of Kissing Hands, 61.. 

Dangerous Game, 89. 

Detective Utility, 92. 

French Cheapening and De- 
generacy, 74. 

Husking-Frolics, 83. 

Kiss for a Vote, 73. 

Kiss-me-quick, 83. 

Kiss of Peace, 56. 

Kissing Dances, 74. 

Kissing Hands in Austria, 76. 

Kissing in China, 80. 

Kissing the Pope's Toe, 70. 

Latter-day Kiss of Peace, 91. 
• National Differences, 92. 

New-Year's Day in New Am- 
sterdam, 81. 

New York Drummer's Predica- 
ment, 88. 

Old Roman Code, 79. 

Paraguayan Compulsion, 87. 

Pompeian Tokens, 77. 

Question of Taste, 90. 

Royal Feet-Washing and Kiss- 
ing, 58. 

Taking Toll at the Bridge, 84. 

Templar Interdiction, 77. 

Under the Mistletoe, 63. 

Wedding Ceremony in Turkey, 

79- 
Kiss Imprimis, 9. 
Memorable Kisses, 41. 
Significance among the Hebrews, 

9- 
Traces in English History, 33. 



The Kiss in Poetry. 
Anacreontic, 100. 
Blooming Nelly, 101. 
Bonnie Peggy Alison, 103. 
Cock and Fox, 99. 
Consecration, 115. 
Dinna kiss afore Folk, 104. 
Dinner and a Kiss, 112. 
Don Juan and Haidee, 104. 
First Kiss of Love, 105. 
Five Tvvices, 126. 
Give me Kisses, in. 
Glove, The, 95. 
Hint, A, 113. 
How it happened, 118. 
In Ambush, 119. 
Ines sent a Kiss to me, 97. 
Julia's Kiss, 107. 
Kiss, A, 126. 
Kiss at the Door, 125. 
Kiss, The, 95. 
Kiss, The, 108. 
Kiss, The, A Dialogue, 93. 
Kisses, no. 
Kisses To-Day, 114. 
Landlady's Daughter, 101. 
Long Branch Episode, 120. 
Nursery Rhymes, 128. 
Parting Kiss, The, 96. 
Platonic Kisses, 116. 
Rhapsodies, 130. 
Siren's Song, 94. 
Sonnet upon a Stolen Kiss, 93. 
Teacher and Pupil, 106. 
Thine at Last, 106. 
Three Kisses, 121. 
Throwing Kisses, 114. 
To a Child embracing his 

Mother, 109. 
To a Lady on her translation 
of Voiture's Kiss, 108. 

379 



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INDEX. 



The Kiss in Poetry {continued). 

To Charis, 96. 

To my Love, 112. 

Too Old for Kisses, 123. 

Under the Rose, 115. 

Wandering Knight's Song, 98. 

Wedding Song, 124. 

Yielding to Temptation, 97. 
Basia of Johamies Secundus, 170. 
Excerpts from the Poets. 132. 
Extracts from the Old Ballads, 

153- 

Humors of Verse, 158. 

Ancient Spanish Lyric, 168. 

Auld Wifie, 160. 

Ballad of the Oysterman, 167. 

Beware of Paint, 164. 

Broken Pitcher, 168. 

Caprice, 161. 

Carlo and Sally, 161. 

Dance about the Maypole, 159. 

Delia's Handkerchief, 162. 

Dumbarton's Drums, 163. 

Kissing no Sin, 160, 

Kissing the Rod, .162. 

King Keder, 161. 

Mock Heroics, 158. . 

Noses, 164. 

On refusing Angeline a Kiss, 

158. 
Publican's Daughter, 162. 
Robin Goodfellow, 163. 
Shadows, The, 165. 
Smack in School, 166. 
Souter and his Sow, 160. 

The Kiss in Dramatic Liter- 
ature. 
Selections from Shakspeare, 191. 
Alfieri, 221. 

Beaumont and Fletcher, 212. 
Ben Jonson, 209. 
Browning, Mrs., 223. 
Bulwer-Lytton, 221. 
Dry den, 219. 
Ford, 217. 
Goethe, 221. 
Goldsmith, 219. 
Heywood, 218. 
Knowles, 220. 
Lansdowne; 219. 
Lilly, 214. 
Longfellow, 221. 
Marlowe, 21 5. 



The Kiss in Dramatic Liter- 
ature {continued') 
Marston, 215. 
Massinger, 216. 
Mitford, 223. 
Otway, 219. 
Procter, 223. 
Schiller, 220. 
Shirley, 218 
Talfourd, 222. 
Tennyson, 224. 

The Kiss in Fiction. 

Eighteenth and A'ineteenth Cen- 
tury Novels, 225. 
Selections from Richardson, 
Mrs. Behn, Jane Porter, 
Thackeray, Dickens, Victor 
Hugo, Reade, Miihlbach, 
W.Scott, Hawthorne, Kings- 
ley, Zschokke, Bronte, Dis- 
raeli, Bulwer-Lytton, War- 
ren, and others, 225. 

The Kiss in Humorous Story 
and Anecdote. 

All-embracing Inclusion, 295. 

Amorous Western Youth, 281. 

Awakening, The, 291. 

Baffled Courtier, 286. 

Clergyman's Joke, A, 288. 

Early Discrimination, 285. 

Father Tom and the Pope, 273. 

First Kiss, The, 293. • 

Jean Paul's Schoolboy Experi- 
ence, 292. 

Kissing the Feet, 294. 

Kiss in the Dark, 296. 

Let me Kiss him for his Mo- 
ther, 290. 

Love in a Street-Car, 282. 

Student of Upsala, 276. 

Sudden Attachment, 284. ■ 

Taking Toll, 283. 

Thankful Spirit, A, 287. 

Tunnel Stories, 278. 
Budget of Facetiae, 299. 
Prenticeana, 318. 

Miscellaneous Aspects and 
Relations. 
Qualitative Analysis, 321. 
Composition of a Kiss, 324. 
Philosophy of Kissing, 322. 



INDEX. 



381 



Miscellaneous Aspects and 

RELA riONS {continued). 

Science of Kissing, 322. 

Sound of a Kiss, 324. 
The Dangerous Side, 326. 

Legal View, 326. 

Medical View, 331. 
The Sorrowful Side, 339. 

After the Ball, 341. 

After the Wedding, 342. 

Barbara, 351. 

Chevy-Chase, 345. 

Consumption, 351. 

Death of an Infant, 350. 

Death of a Friend's Child, 351. 

Dying Injunction, 347. 

Earl March's Daughter, 346. 

Enoch Arden, 349. 

Evangeline, 350. 

Exiles, The, 348. 

Faithful unto Death, 347. 

Highland Mary, 351. 

I want to find my Papa, 352. 

Jephthah's Daughter, 349. 

King of France's Daughter, 
346. 

Last Observance, 348. 

Margaret, 339. 

CEnone, 349. 

Old Love, The, 345. 

Orate hie pro me, 348. 

Over the Starry Way, 350. 

Penalty of Harshness, 353. 
• Quarrel and Reconciliation, 
35o. 

Virginia, 353. 

Welcome Home, 341. 
The Treacherous Side, 333. 

Algerine Revenge, 335. 

All for Show, 336. 

Artifice, 339. 

Conspiracy against Edward II., 
338. 

Cupid's Wiles, 339. 

Descent from the Tree, 337. 

Fabulla, 336. 

False Lady, 337. 

Gay Deceiver, 338. 

Judas Kiss, 334. 

Kiss Fuliginous, 336. 

Lady Bothwell's Lament, 338. 

Lures of the Enchantress, 339. 

Madame de StaeTs Hypoc- 
risy, 333- 



Miscellaneous and 

Relations {continued). 

Perjury, 338. 

Wile's infidelity, 334. 

Woman, 337. 
The Kiss in Enigma, 373. 
The Kiss in Epigram, 356. 

Ancient Maiden's Lament, 358. 

Bianca's Dream, 360. 

Casuistry, 356. 

Declining a Kiss, 359. 

Difference, The, 356. 

Difference, The, 362. 

Disappointment, The, 359. 

Earliest Recollection, 359. 

Foolish Robin. 357. 

Forgiveness, 363. 

Honey-Moon, The, 361. 

Inventor of Kissing, 363. 

Lady Stung by a Bee, 364. 

Modesty, 356. 

Moustaches, 358. 

No Doubt of It, 361. 

Non-Computation, 360. 

Painted Lady in Olden Time, 

364- 
Printer's Kisses, 357. 
Reason Why, 362. 
Rebus, A, 361. 
Rights of Men, 363. 
Sealing an Oath, 358. 
Source of Life and Death, 364. 
Stakes, The, 358. 
Stolen Kisses, 362. 
Tulips and Roses, 357. 
The Kiss in Metaphor, 365. 
Autumn, 366. 
Crimson Sunset, 367. 
Evening Wind, 366. 
From Anacreon, 369. 
From Philaster, 371. 
From Plato, 370. 
From The Dying Soldier, 371. 
From The Lover's Creed, 370. 
From The Psalms, 368. 
From The Traitor, 371. 
Gentlest of My Friends, 371. 
Growing Corn, 368. 
Light from the Tomb, 367. 
Light-house, The, 368. 
Love's Philosophy, 369. 
Mary in Heaven, 372. 
Moon-beam, The. 367. 
Morning Song, 365. 



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Miscellaneous Aspects and 
Relations {continued). 
Nature's Ministrations, 370. 
Paraphrase, 368. 
Parting, The, 372. 
Poet's Food, 372. 
Queen Guinevere, 372. 
Released Captive, 371. 
Sleep, 372. 
Spring, 365. 



Miscellaneous Aspects and 
Relations (continued). 
Spring Flowers, 365. 
Spring Song, 366. 
Sunrise on the Hills, 365. 
Time and Tide, 367. 
To Celia, 369. 
Violets, The, 366. 
The Kiss in Proverbs, 375. 
Gems of Thought, 376. 
















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